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I remember one thirteen-year-old who boasted of being a serial rapist until Prime asked him to ex-plain
exactly what a rapist did.”

Hogwood did not smile. “But he is one now, of course?” “He’s a Blade in the Royal Guard!” “The
difference escapes me.” Was this insubordination intended to be some sort of flirtation?

Hogwood had a very kinky taste in men if she fancied Sir Wolf.

“The difference is that Blades seduce,” he said.“If I decided to give you a treat, darling, you would
cooperate completely and thank me af-terwards.” Incredibly, that was true.The legend would overcome
even his gargoyle face and macabre reputation if he set his mind to it. It had hap-pened more than once,
although he was not proud of the fact.

Hogwood glanced around the dining room.“This is rather public. I hope you will rent a bedroom for your
demonstration, Sir Wolf.And ex-plain to me how this legendary side effect of the Blades’ binding
con-juration differs from a love potion, which is highly illegal.”
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“It’s more fun!” he snapped. Blades were notorious womanizers, but he had never heard of one being
accused of rape.

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THE J A GU AR KNIGHTS

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“Then I’m curious to know why you so seldom employ it. But do continue. How did your crimes lead
you to Ironhall?” Candlelight danced on the black agates of her eyes.

“Because we had to steal food to survive.They set dogs on us. Even-tually we came galloping across
Starkmoor, bareback on a stolen horse with a posse hot behind us.” Looking back,Wolf could see that
the pursuers had let their quarry escape to sanctuary rather than see them hanged.

Two trembling kids were led up the narrow stairs to the stark and forbidding flea room. Sir Parsewood
was Grand Master then—stooped and losing his teeth, but well respected. He got the true story out of
two waifs easily enough, although he probably did not believe that Alf was thirteen, which is what Ed had
told him to say. He talked with them separately, tested their agility by throwing coins for them to catch.

I have room for one,” he told Wolf. “If I choose you, will you stay?”

“Not without Alf.”

“And if I choose him, will he stay without you?”