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The long ship turned with a sweep of the oars and drifted toward them.
Out of the breeze, the sail flapped like an old shawl. The red stripes were clear against the silt brown of the river. Sunlight glinted off the knobs of metal pounded into each black shield, piled in the bottom of the ship. Leather helmets and leather straps covered the invaders' faces, shading their eyes.
One sweep of the oars brought the ship to the beach.
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Emily shifted deeper into the hay, ignoring Dede's call. She had no intention of going back to the house to let Dede punish her. She'd rather stay in the hayloft all day.
