“Do something!” said Andromeda, looking up to her brother with supplication. “He’ll die. You know he’ll die.”
For the first time, Michael looked dismayed at being asked to take charge, but even Erro paused to hear what he would say.
“I may be his prince, but I am not his commander,” said Michael. “He has helped us willingly. He is his own man, not our servant. If he wishes to go, I cannot stop him. But Erro,” he turned to the other boy, “I...
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