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I could not speak for a moment; then I managed to mumble that he was the one who no longer wanted my service.
He did not seem surprised. I suppose he must have known, from the moment he discovered I was gone, that I had overheard his conversation with Holy Marcus.
He walked forward to where I sat on the hayrick, and my breath caught in my throat. Sir had never hit me, no matter what terrible mistakes I had made in my training, but surely a body-servant who breaks his contract and runs away deserves to be punished? It was not for me to decide my future; if Sir wished to sell my contract to another man, that was his privilege.
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