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Fiona checked the orc, who began to wake. His eyes, Morwenna was surprised to note, were the same hazel green as the Queen’s, rimmed
in dark lashes.
“Good morning, cousin Sherrow,“ Queen Tadame said to the orc. “We have you safely hidden for now, and Goddess willing, will move you north out of harm's way in a few short days.”
The orc grimaced. “It was my job to protect you, Tad. Not be coddled like yon babe.”
“You will one day be at full strength and protect me again. This is but for a season.” She raised her eyebrows at him. “If it was a sword wound you would not fuss so much.”
Sherrow scowled. “Honey bread pudding. I was laid low by a sweet.”