As an outlaw, Alan-a-Dale was normally philosophical about minor injury. But there was a certain indignity to being stabbed in the shoulder-the same shoulder!-twice in as many days, by an ally. He clapped his hand to the throbbing spot. "Ow! What is the matter with you, you long dark streak of misery? Are you half mosquito?"
"On my father's
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