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To insist you’re a man without ever having ridden a horse! At least Jem would eventually serve a vital purpose whether he liked it or not—and surely he would not. Cador ignored the twinge of guilt. It was for the greater good. As they neared a cart, Jem leaned closer to it, peering carefully. He’d done so all afternoon, and Cador knew he was searching for his belongings. His books. Books were a luxury. Books didn’t put food in hungry bellies. Which was why he’d dumped them out of Jem’s trunk before they left the Holy Place. Hunters of Ergh traveled light, not with useless lodestones. Jem himself was enough of a burden.
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