'Oh no!' shouted the man, 'I'll 'ave none o' that mollycoddling. She's got to LEARN!' He seized the little child again... Hama turned around just in time to see this. He stood up so quickly his stool crashed to the floor. He strode over to the man and caught his next aimed blow.
The man turned and looked daggers at Hama, but Hama had his wrist in a vice-like grip. He tried not to show his pain as he jerked free of Hama, and muttered as he slumped off to another corner of the inn. Hama stood there watching him darkly...
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