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Falco heard Bingo's words, and resented them. Disloyalty? Was one obliged to follow a leader who was leading them into disaster after disaster? And what was all this about a promise? Sondo must have had them promise to follow him as leader when the meeting where they first decided on this adventure was at an end. It would be just like Sondo to ensure by such means that nobody took his position of power. He, Falco, had promised no such thing. He had had to leave before the meeting was over because his mother was looking for him. Perhaps the others were breaking a promise, but he was certainly not.
He sat down on a convenient tree stump, folded his arms, and glowered at the company gathered about Sondo. "I'm not waiting very long!" he called. "Either you come with me or you don't, but I'm not going home. Go home and get whipped if you want, or come along with me and have an adventure." His eyes narrowed further. "I thought at least a few of you had some courage!" he said. "Am I the only one who can stand the thought of going to Sarn Ford? Is it really so terrifying as that?"
He stood up and turned his eyes southwards down the river. "Come with me or go with Sondo, but make up your mind quickly. I can't wait until night."
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