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Zaya’s tears were drowned out only by her father’s indignation.
“Daughter!” roared Medvedson. “You are a warrior of the Fighters Clan! And you are no longer a young girl! How can you cry and disgrace our glorious lineage? Wipe your nose, catch your breath, and speak properly!”
The strange sounds attracted Zaya’s brothers, who cautiously peeked out from behind one of the wooden columns—there were six in total in the main hall of the fortress.
“Go away, curious children!” Medvedson waved his hand dismissively.
The brothers hurried back to where they came from.