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For all this time, Fred had been a model assistant, so Regon seemed properly surprised, after a moment repeating mostly blankly, with just a note of derision, "You'll stop me?" Fred stood her ground. "Yes. There must be another way." "I thought you a sharp one, Hannah. I've just explained that there isn't. Weren't you listening?" He shook his head. "If you're worried about getting your hands dirty, I can manage the actual casting on my own. I'll merely ask you to observe and make note -" "No," she said, firmly. "I said I can't let you do this." "What are you going to do?" he challenged, a spark of amusement now in his eyes. "Huh? A middle-aged peasant woman, heavy with child? Surely you know by now it's unwise to cross me. Think of the baby." Fred hesitated, rubbing her swollen belly. It was true that she cared for this child - or children, if Belboz was to be believed - and wanted very badly to see them one day, but... Oh, what had she gotten herself into? Was Regon really threatening her children? And she'd been working for him all this time... At last, she sighed shakily and said,
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