“Good even, sai Thorin,” Pettie said. Shame and love and hope, all of them bound up together. I feel how I feel, and you’re not responsible for that. I heard a horse twenty minutes ago.
That would likely have crushed the life out of his mistress, but Pylon managed to keep at least his back feet, pawing at the sky with his front ones and whinnying loudly. The pain in his hip had faded with the damp weather; the painful, lurching stride with which he had moved for the last week or so had become a mere limp again. When she got him into the yard, she was sobbing almost too hard to mount up. ”Sheemie, Susan thought.
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