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... es, and a prince who refused to charge finally gave up its last ghost. His voice cracked the heavy air like a whip.
"Your... Grace," he spat the honorific like a curse, "spare us your theatrics. Did you summon us here simply to preen like a cock before the slaughterhouse? Or is there some actual purpose to this farce?"
The other rebel lords stiffened as if struck, their collective intake of breath sharp enough to draw blood. Even the horses seemed to tense beneath them, ears flat ...
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