Fawbry and Master Kee were clearing the stairs of blood and rubble while Malja stood before a wide gouge in the ground. She held an apple and took a big bite. Tommy sat near her, dangling his feet over the edge, with a dazed expression and his arms wrapped around her leg."You're alive!" Fawbry said, running all the way around the gouge to reach Owl. It took a while, but no other greeting could have pleased him more. "Thank Kryssta. When you didn't show up here, I was sure you had died.""I think it was close. But I'm here.""You are here. Which means you did it — you defeated Brother X. And you said you weren't a mythical warrior."Owl dismounted and patted his horse. On his way to the Library, he had decided not to share all that had happened with the undead. In any normal circumstances, the use of an Honor Bullet held a supreme sense of privacy. More so than prayer. He saw no reason to break that tradition. Besides, how could he explain it to those not trained in the Way?He had been sitting against that transport with the gun pressed against his head.
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