Mara grasped Spira, confirming it was in its sheath and was loose should she have need to use it; an Oathtaker’s blade was an extraordinary weapon, not to be used lightly. Grabbing her pack, she found the blade she’d purchased in Polesk. Her fingers ran over its stunning scrimshaw.
“All right, I’m ready.”
“Stop. What about me?”
“Put the girls down there,” Mara pointed to the floor in the back corner, “and then arm yourself.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“You can. If it’s you or them, you can. If it’s the girls or them, you most certainly can.”
“All right.” Nina placed a blanket on the floor, then gently laid the twins on it. Then she pulled the blade Mara had given her after their escape from Polesk out from the place where she kept it hidden inside her boot. She held it tightly.
“You know how to use that thing?” Mara asked, her brow arched, as she watched her move the knife around in her hand.
Nina grimaced. “Stick it in the bad guy?”
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