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Mouse stirred the stew in the small iron pot. There wasnt much of it. She sniffed and said:

"You could have stolen a bigger joint. Well go hungry before the next town."

"Uh huh,"Ciaran grunted lazily.

Anger began to curl in Mouses eyes.

"I suppose its all right with you if we run out of food,"she said sullenly.

Ciaran leaned back comfortably against a moss-grown boulder and watched her with lazy gray eyes. He liked watching Mouse. She was a head shorter than he, which made her very short indeed, and as thin as a young girl. Her hair was black and wild, as though only wind ever combed it. Her eyes were black, too, and very bright. There was a small red thiefs brand between them. She wore a ragged crimson tunic, and her bare arms and legs were as brown as his own.]]> Thu, 01 Oct 2026 07:34:18 +0000 es Copyright 202 6BiblioEteca Technologies SL