[ Traitor, traitor. He keeps sticking that knife between her ribs like it's supposed to mean something, but what has the crown ever done for an orphan girl from Dorne, trapped in the Saltpans doing a slave's work in a kingdom that was supposed to have outlawed slavery?
His men had killed those slavers, but they weren't pulling Lord Plutt out of the Saltpans.
It's the rest of what he says that is more shocking to her. Other couriers? Did that mean he had already seen the message anyway? No. She'd be dead if that were true. Was he lying, then? Were there no others? Or was it that they were distractions, and like one of his hounds, he had sniffed her out like a wounded animal?
None of these options appealed. She tried to clear her mind of them. No use dwelling on them. For now, she lived. That's what mattered. ]
Does my lord often need others to tell him how to think? Good thing you joined up with the Redcloaks, I suppose. That's one way to get it. [ She wanted her mouth to stop moving. Really, she did. Mouthing off wasn't going to keep her alive any longer, and alive had such a broad definition in the first place.
But in part that was why she did. He hadn't let his dogs eat her. And he hadn't had his men break her limbs like he'd threatened. So far he was a lot of empty threats. He needed something from her. If other couriers had existed, they certainly didn't have the information about Skywalker. But the Lord Commander knew that they ought to have had it. ]
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His men had killed those slavers, but they weren't pulling Lord Plutt out of the Saltpans.
It's the rest of what he says that is more shocking to her. Other couriers? Did that mean he had already seen the message anyway? No. She'd be dead if that were true. Was he lying, then? Were there no others? Or was it that they were distractions, and like one of his hounds, he had sniffed her out like a wounded animal?
None of these options appealed. She tried to clear her mind of them. No use dwelling on them. For now, she lived. That's what mattered. ]
Does my lord often need others to tell him how to think? Good thing you joined up with the Redcloaks, I suppose. That's one way to get it. [ She wanted her mouth to stop moving. Really, she did. Mouthing off wasn't going to keep her alive any longer, and alive had such a broad definition in the first place.
But in part that was why she did. He hadn't let his dogs eat her. And he hadn't had his men break her limbs like he'd threatened. So far he was a lot of empty threats. He needed something from her. If other couriers had existed, they certainly didn't have the information about Skywalker. But the Lord Commander knew that they ought to have had it. ]