Broden sat back down, folded his hands, and then rested them on the table. “I may have an idea,” he said. “Still . . .”
“I want you to save my sister before she’s sent away with the other slaves. Please, master!” Farida cried, sensing a weakness in his resolve. “Please, at least try.”
Mouse patted his hand. “Surely, there would be no harm in trying,” she suggested.
He nodded. “I guess.” He turned to Yasmin and Farida. “But you must understand that if I do this, and if anything goes wrong, Zarek may take the two of you from me. I’ve already managed to make an enemy of Pestifere—”
“Brother Pestifere,” Striver corrected him.
“Yes, Brother Pestifere,” he repeated. “In any case, if anything goes wrong—”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Farida said, holding his gaze.
“I understand that. But you need to consider that the price for the risk you’re willing to take, may be the safety or security of someone else.” Then he addressed Yasmin. “And what about you?”
She grimaced. “I guess. I mean . . .” She looked at her friend. “I’d want someone to do the same for me and for mine.”
“Very well then,” Broden said. “I’ll try.”
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