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For now, Lady Queen, he said, allow us to continue to obey you. But give us honorable instructions, Lady Queen, he said, turning a flushed face to hers. Ask us to do honorable things, so that we may have the honor of obeying you.
Kristin Cashore
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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
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