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James waited for her.

As soon as Irene left James alone, a guard charged his horse at the prisoner, striking him with his sword.

James fell to his knees, blood seeping out of the side of his old shirt. He brought his hands to his side, his head bowed, and groaning. The stallion neighed, kicking it’s legs in fear.