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Priscilla:  "I believe the real aim of this disturbance is the emperor’s head." Priscilla said, picking up the hem of her dress as she stepped over the body of the sword slave who had been standing sentry in the hallway.
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Balleroy:  "Damn, that’s some guess." Balleroy replied, eyes wide. Just a second ago, he had been thrusting his spear through the sword slave’s heart. The young man had to rush to clear a path for Priscilla, who proceeded ever more fearlessly, but he never voiced a word of complaint. With the tip of his spear dripping blood, he looked around.
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Balleroy:  "It’s one thing to start a rebellion on the sword-slave island and demand their freedom in the face of the empire. They’ve actually done it, so I guess you can trust them on that. But how does he go after the emperor himself? You don’t think he’d demand the emperor’s head in exchange for releasing the hostages, do you?"
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Priscilla:  "No, I most assuredly don’t. Nor do I believe the emperor would make any decision that would put his own life in danger, unless perhaps it was the only way to take his opponent’s head…"
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Balleroy:  "Gosh, I dunno. I think maybe even that’s going a little far." Balleroy said, scratching his cheek and smiling a little at Priscilla’s pronouncement. The bold girl’s words had force in them; if one listened to her without thinking very hard, it would have been all too easy to just start nodding along, to find oneself helplessly agreeing with her. Still, the way she talked as if she knew the emperor personally really seemed like a bridge too far.
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Balleroy:  "Don’t you think that’s a bit of a leap of logic, Ms. Wife? The best they can hope for is to draw out the Nine Divine Generals—military representatives of the empire. I guess to be fair, it sounds like they may really be over there on that shore…"
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Priscilla:  "I see you’re at least able to put what semblance of intelligence you do have to work.