8.01.3.3.1
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Schooled in warrior-skills since early
childhood, Graisingh had known hard
times. No concession made for his
royal birth, he had taken beatings
from his training-masters. Serious
errors met with whippings.
The first crack of leather from
behind made him twitch. But nothing
fell. The guard was cracking at the
air. To intimidate, to play games
with the stubborn ox.
But the next whoosh of air landed
across the middle of Graisingh’s back.
His flesh jerked. But the grimness of
his jaw did not flinch. Glowering in
anger at the enemy general.
