What I have done, she thought, I have done to save this land and its people from rapine and destruction, a reversion to barbarism, a sacking greater than Rome suffered from of the Goths. And didn't seem to be afraidof it at all. She turned and clung to him, burying her face in the front of his tunic. Tilly's gone, fucked, but Wallenstein'snot going to be so easy.
He spilled some silver, copper and even one golden coin onto the desk. They would be taken before the local lord all right—then put to death. She closed her eyes; she no longer cared. And neither of them had thebusiness sense of a rabbit.
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