“Do you have a problem with the way we do things?”
“No, not at all.” The Imperial Princess seemed taken aback. “Just you’re a lot more… civilized than I’d been led to believe was common among the Clans.”
Einarr felt rage building in the back of his brain that had nothing to do with any Song magic. He wasn’t the only one, apparently: several of the men nearby had turned to stare incredulously at her. “What, you think because we raid your settlements and take thralls we’re nothing more than beasts? Kin is kin, and we care for our own. Don’t you? Or are you the animals you make us out to be?”
“No, that’s not…”
“You are a guest upon this boat. Don’t make me regret bringing you along.”
Bea’s voice tempered almost to meekness now. “I only wondered why your father does not pursue.”
“Because he’s not a…
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