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Crystal was angry, but she kept her mouth shut as she followed Atharen and the others towards the stables. She saw Maen and nodded her head curtly. Horses. She was the best of the riders, even better then any of the men in Rohan. She had once won a contest of racing against all the men. They were all quite surprised and angry that a "mere woman" had beaten even the best that Rohan had to offer. They underestimated her in every way, as was Ferethor.
If he wanted to battle she would give it to him. He was unkind and brutal. Cruel and unjust. He deserved death. If it came down to it she would slay him with her sword and think nothing of it. He wouldn't have been the first man to die by the blade of her sword. It was a secret she held and a secret she kept in her heart. She wasn't afraid of it, she liked having the edge over any man, any where.
She stopped Atharen with a hand and pulled him aside.
"Protect me from Ferethor. I don't trust my life in the hands of his," Crystal whispered.
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