No need to live in trouble until trouble comes. “I have to trust someone,” he repeated. She breathed in long snores, occasionally twitching at the feet and fat fingers. “You’re our leader, Roland—seen that way by Thorin, by Avery, by the townsfolk.
Do you hear me?”Sheemie had nodded energetically. The ball was out of its bag and lay in Rhea’s lap. As gingerly as a surgeon slipping a scalpel into the body of a patient, he slipped his right hand between the curve of the ball and Roland’s bent, studious face. He rose, standing in the seat of the throne like a child in daddy’s chair, and the smile dropped away from his face like loose skin.
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