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The old man stroked his partially grey beard. "Come then, bring her in." After bringing his horse around back to a small stable, the armor-clad man removed Fred from its back and flung her over his own like a sack of potatoes. Fred ground her teeth, infuriated by the indignity.
The man entered in through the back door of the tower and stopped. Fred tried to find a position that would afford her a better view of what was happening, but being upside down made that immediately difficult. "You can set her down," she heard, and recognized the voice of her captor's customer. She was quickly turned upright and placed on her feet, but it had been hours since she'd stood, her feet were still tied together, and she would have fallen flat on her face if the man hadn't still been gripping her upper arm tightly, his gauntlet digging into her skin.
"Her muteness is actually extremely convenient," the older man mused. "I do like my peace and quiet. Speaking of which, you've earned a respite--why don't you go have a rest? There's food on the kitchen table, if you'd like some." The man pulled off his helm, and Fred saw his face for the first time. "Don't mind if I do," he said, and released Fred's arm to head for a door across the wide room in which they were situated. Fred fell over like a tree, and as the door closed behind him,
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