It wasn’t clear that the hermit would have allowed him entrance anyway, as long as Reese was in his arms. Richard interposed himself between them. “Respectfully, sir, she isn’t,” he said. The hermit turned blazing eyes on the younger man. “Do you think your senses are sharper than mine? I’ve been honing them for seventy years!” “Up here?” Richard shot back. “I’d think being alone so long might dull things.” “Richard,” Mary said sharply, laying her hand on his arm. He bowed his head. “I’m sorry. That was out of line. But sir, this girl isn’t an exile. We thought so too, but …” The hermit took a step forward, nearly pushing Richard aside, and glowered down at Reese. Chris stood tense but didn’t back away. “I only know what I feel,” the hermit muttered. “I didn’t think exile was possible, but this … can’t you feel the poison? The death radiating from her?” “I feel the grief,” Mary said. “Sir, I’ve been in prayer for days, and I’ve seen this girl in action.
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