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Chapter Five-3
'I enjoy a good seal hunt.' Hector managed to confirm Melcorka's renewed dislike of him with that statement. 'We also catch them in nets. They struggle quite hard before we kill them.' Melcorka pushed the plate aside. Alva plucked a piece of seal-meat and chewed happily. Hector laughed. 'So you are a squeamish woman who carries a large sword? You attract me more with each passing moment.' 'I am not here to be attractive,' Melcorka said. 'Bradan and I are on a quest.' 'A what?' Tuath was also chewing on seal meat. 'The lady is on a quest,' Conall explained smoothly. 'That means that she is searching for something, or someone, Tuath.' Tuath frowned and his right hand closed on the haft of his axe. 'I knew what the word means,' he growled, with his black beard jutting forward. 'Then pe
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