“I swore an oath to protect the Marche. Not to serve your cruelty.”
“You’ll die for this,” the Duke said quietly. “Even if you kill me. My captains will hunt you. My allies will curse your name. You’ll die alone, in the cold, with no one to remember you.” a man rides through by stephen r donaldson.pdf
The Duke’s mark. A coiled serpent eating its own tail. “I swore an oath to protect the Marche
He had killed four of them before they fled. Their blood mixed with rain on his sword. It meant nothing. in the cold