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— Enough, — the rider gestured with her hand, indicating that she had heard enough, — I am Braheya Air el Sufir, sister of Her Imperial Majesty Astrea Air el Sufir, Countess of Azure Cliff, and commander of the "Crimson Spear," the noble warriors of Airisufir. Sir Caldemar Varaf…
— Valdemar Karaf, — the rider standing next to her had to correct her commander again.
— Yes, — Braheya agreed and spoke to Valdemar again, — I can clearly see that you have a foul tongue and that you also lacked the courage to stand by your words, but observing how your companions stood up for you, risking both their honor and their own well-being, I cannot in good conscience condemn you to the ultimate punishment... However! Such disrespect towards a member of the imperial family, especially on his land, is unacceptable regardless of the circumstances, so whether you like it or not, you will have to spend some time in a prison cell. But don't worry, — for the first time during this entire incident, a smile appeared on the rider's face, — we are not like the Lisliarian barbarians, and no one will flay you alive.
— I should have said that right away. Fine, lead me to your dungeons.
Valdemar, disarming himself and handing over all his savings to Rogdan, turned to his companions.
— I thank you for your intervention, gentlemen. Your tact saved me from an unpleasant choice between preserving my life and preserving my noble dignity.
And, more quietly, to Raphael:
— Keep a close eye on Louise. — You watch over her.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers