In case you’ve forgotten what happened last time, Arfa just got pushed off a cliff.
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Tristan screamed. Arfa screamed louder.
She fell off the edge of the world, with nothing below but sharpslate and salt-water…
Merlyn’s hand grabbed her shoulder, and held her facing death.
“Scared now?”
She nodded: frantic, desperate, makethehighgoaway.
“Merlyn…” Tristan edged closer. “Pull her back now.”
“No. You want to be king, Arfa? Then understand me, child. You will be scared. You will not be ashamed to be scared, and you will not be ashamed to run. But sometimes, you must look death in the eye despite your fear. That is courage, girl, not fearlessness. That is how you become king.”
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