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Chapter Fourteen�The
Blooding

�� Lucius had
arranged his room carefully to impress Harry and show him what he might expect
of his new home. The Chosen One had had a deprived childhood, from what Lucius
had heard through rumor, friends, and frustrated reporters who had tried to
find solid facts before they resorted to making things up. The sight of luxury
ought to strike him powerfully. Perhaps it would convince him of his importance
to the Malfoys in the way that Lucius had given up hope of doing with rational
argument.

�� So the
colors of the windows and walls were brighter than usual, red and blue,
glittering and radiant with light spells that hovered behind them and darted
from place to place, subtly changing the angles of the shadows. So the bed had
every accessory employed: the hands that ran up and down the sides of the
sheets and the pillows smoothing them out, the mattress that listened to the
conformation of Lucius�s skin and bones and adjusted itself in response to any
small groans of discomfort, the tables attached to the ends and sides that
contained entertainments and delights such as Faerie wine and soft crumbling
cheese made to a recipe lost to the Muggle world for centuries.

�� Lucius was
content, though generally he preferred his room less busy, so that he could
concentrate on one luxury at a time. This should surely show the Boy-Who-Lived
that he could have beauty, good food, and comfort for the asking, where before he must have had to fight for it. Lucius had
been doing some investigating of his own, writing letters and calling in old
favors from allies who could do research on the Healer Virgo Emptyweed. From
what he had learned, Harry�s life under his reign would have been nothing short
of torturous.

�� And how
are you today, sir?�

�� One look
into Harry�s eyes, and Lucius understood how he had miscalculated. Narcissa had
been right after all. Harry didn�t come to them as a political entity, someone
who already understood the nuances of power and was bent on wringing all the
means to it that he could from the Malfoys. He was too obviously trying to
control the nervous darting of his eyes and his reactions, of either fear or
distaste, when he looked at the moving parts of the bed and licked his lips.

�� Very well,�
Lucius said, and threw away most of the planning that he had done for this
meeting, though he would not banish the riches that surrounded him. That would
be too obvious on his own part. �I understand that you have some doubts as to
our hospitality.� Is that straightforward
enough for you, Narcissa?

�� Harry
paused and blinked for a moment as he spread several of his parchments across
the mahogany table that Lucius�s father, Abraxas, had won from a ghost in a
riddle contest. Then he shrugged and said, �Not as to your hospitality. I�m
quite sure that all the luxuries you�ve chosen to offer me are genuine and made
of real glass and crystal and gems. I have some doubts as to the motives behind it, of course.�

�� Ah. Lucius felt a frisson of genuine
pleasure. It was a long time since he�d had someone to teach the elementary
lessons of subtlety to. Narcissa had come to his bed already knowing them, and
Draco had absorbed most of them by the age of seven.

�� My son, he thought, gazing at Harry with
an eye that he knew was proprietary, but which he doubted Harry would notice, you have much to learn.

�� He decided
to begin with a simple lesson, as well as the one most applicable to Harry�s
situation. �Motives may be double.�

�� Exactly
what I�m afraid of,� said Harry, apparently under the impression that Lucius
was capable of going selectively deaf without reason, and then cast an
interesting spell that drew Lucius�s attention away from the conversation for a
moment. It conjured a sheaf of parchment in front of him and then raced across
the paper in glowing lines, binding together a complex diagram that looked like
a spiderweb.

�� Or a Mirror Maze. Lucius held himself
still, however, and did not let Harry suspect that he knew what the thing was.
If Harry wanted to keep some professional secrets, then Lucius could hardly
blame him�as long as they were not really secrets.

�� Motives
may be double without hurting either party involved,� he said, elaborating the
lesson. Of course, he knew it would still take Harry some time to grasp it.
Manipulation was neutral in character, to be used for either advantageous or
harmful ends, but Harry had grown up in a world that would have taught him to
hate and fear it, no matter what. �Good� people were the ones who always
followed an open and predictable course of behavior, which they called honest.
Lucius had no real objection to honesty, of course, but it was an expensive
weapon in the arsenal of a pure-blood family fighting for survival, and not one
that the Malfoys had been able to afford in generations.

�� He wondered
for a moment if he should introduce Harry to the notion that good and evil were
a matter of perspective�and whether they happened to people inside or outside
the family�and then decided, reluctantly, that it was a bit early for that yet.

�� I am less
convinced of that,� Harry said. �And in any case, we�re supposed to discuss
your health, and not a philosophical debate.� He nodded to the glowing lines.
�Do you recognize this, sir?� he asked, retreating into formality.

�� One may do
more than one thing at once, as you have just demonstrated.� Lucius squinted at
the glowing lines, to give a convincing demonstration of ignorance, and then
laughed. Give him too much room to suspect so, and Harry might decide Lucius
was stupid. That would be disastrous for many reasons. �You mean to insult me
by suggesting I will not recognize a Mirror Maze, Mr. Potter? And so far, you
had been so careful never to seem insulting.�

�� He saw a
brief flicker of amusement and surprise cross Harry�s eyes, but he squashed it
at once, apparently thinking it would be unprofessional for a mediwizard to
respond to a patient�s banter in a patient�s home. A pity, that, Lucius decided. I
think he has spent far too long repressing useful and interesting parts of
himself.

�� Not insult
you,� Harry said. �There�s a difference between an insult and a direct question
that simply asks for information. If I had said that I suspected you of trying
to trap me, get me used to luxuries, draw me into admiration for your way of
life, and only then reveal the hook behind the rich bait, then I would be
insulting you. But I haven�t said that in a definite declarative sentence, have
I? Those words exist only in a hypothetical one.�

�� So he is not repressing it so much as
measuring it. Lucius could not help the edge of joy to his smile, though he
knew Harry would not understand. That won a smile from Harry in return, but it
drained away quickly. He was staring at Lucius�s face, which Lucius knew was calm and emotionless again, as
if he had seen a crocodile grin before it charged him.

�� I pity my other son, Lucius thought. I had thought courting Narcissa was hard,
but next to this challenge�

�� Harry
coughed and glanced back at the parchment. �I believe that you have a Mirror
Maze on you,� he said, �but not the traditional one, or the damage would have
been severe on only one part of your body, as it was not.� He flicked his wand,
and the imaginary parchment turned sideways, bearing the Mirror Maze with it. Lucius
admired the control behind his movements; it was good to know that they could
depend on Harry to wield his magic with skill in the events of a battle with an
invading family, no matter what toothless
spell he had used to defeat the Dark Lord. �This is what you have.� Another flick
of his wand; this time, the Maze acquired a third dimension, and the appearance
of a faceted lens. Lucius imagined the many points that would allow his enemy
to aim at on his body, and respect trembled inside him. He would rather be
hunted by someone clever than someone stupid; a stupid enemy would imply too
great a contempt for Lucius�s own intellect. �Unfortunately, I still can�t
dissipate it until I know for certain what spells compose it.�

�� Time to challenge him. He is skilled, he has
finesse, he has power. He should have made more advances than he has, and he
must be dragged through those steps if he will not take them himself. �Do
you have any more ideas, Harry? Given your skill, I expect that you should.�

�� I do,�
said Harry, and bent his head stiffly away. Did the thought of high stakes
frighten him so much? Lucius wondered at that. Of what quality was Harry�s
courage? Was he only brave in the defense of others, tight-strung when
questioned on his own account or challenged to prove himself? It would explain,
perhaps, why he had remained a mediwizard. There was a certain amount of safety
in a low position. �I know that Mansuefacio
is part of it, and the Cutting Curse and the Permanency Spell. Probably
also a Replication Charm, to make the same wounds appear in many places at
once. And a spell that maps your body, so that whoever controls the maze can
study it at all times and know your vulnerabilities at a glance.�

�� Lucius
raised his eyebrows. Time for a mild lie; the last thing he wanted was to make
Harry feel inadequate. �I have never heard of such a spell.� I at least have not heard of this
application, he added mentally, to appease the shade of Narcissa, who
wanted complete honesty, in his head.

�� I�ve used
it several times.� Harry sighed. �Whoever made this maze has Healer training.�

�� Ah.�
Lucius gripped the blanket the way he would have liked to grip the shoulders of
his mysterious enemies, in admiration�and in the moments before he cast the
Cutting Curse that would open their throats. �Then perhaps the mystery of your
stabilization fields disappearing is not such a mystery after all. Could the
person controlling the maze have dissipated them from inside me?�

�� Harry shook
his head. �If they could, they would also have removed the stabilization field
on your chest,� he said. �I think that was an attack from outside, but I�m
afraid I have no suspects yet.�

�� Mmmm.�
Lucius performed an intense stare. If he
will not think of it himself, I must suggest it. �Suppose that you perform
a spell which will enable you to see the magic making up the rest of the maze?�

�� Harry
blinked. �Such magic exists, of course,� he said. Lucius bit his tongue to
avoid saying something like I am glad you
realize that much, which would rather ruin the delicate mood of the moment.
�But it�s classed as an invasion of privacy.�

�� By whom?� Consider who makes the rules, Harry. Then
consider whom they are seeking to
benefit, as well as those whom the rules benefit in reality.

�� The St.
Mungo�s authority, and independent Healers, and everyone who teaches
mediwizardry,� said Harry, his eyes widening. He stared at Lucius. �We�re
taught the incantation for use in emergency situations, but we�re not supposed
to��

�� You�re my
private Healer now,� Lucius said. Yes, I
must do everything.

�� Mediwizard.�

�� Such
distinctions matter less than usual when we are talking about family,� Lucius
said. �You are a Malfoy. If you would consent to change your last name, you
would be one of us perfectly.� He could not help imagining that. The political
statement that the Chosen One�s changing his last name would make�it would force acceptance of the Malfoys by most
of those who had rejected them.

But of course Harry had set his
forehead into ugly lines and was opening his mouth, and Lucius understood. He
would be loyal to his surname as the last member of his family line. Lucius
thus added, �Cast the spell, Harry. I wish to see what it reveals.�

�� Harry
licked his lips. �I might get it wrong.�

�� Where is his self-confidence? How did he
become a mediwizard in the first place, in fact, if he always thinks of the
consequences first? �Have you got anything else wrong so far?� Lucius lay
there on the pillows and tried to look relaxed and confident enough for the
both of them.

�� You don�t
understand,� Harry said, and looked as if he would bury his head in his hands,
except that that might cause a confidence crisis in his patient. �I�m not good
at spells that require intense concentration, unless fear pushes me past the
moment when I�d hesitate. I�ll fumble and mess it up. It would be better if I
just went on studying until I could recognize the spells that comprise the maze
from watching their effects on the spells I already know.�

�� You do have a self-confidence problem,�
Lucius said. Bluntness is my only weapon
against thickness like this. �How fortunate that I have the cure for such a
problem in my possession, and have used it several times over.�

�� If it�s a
spell��

�� Of course
not,� Lucius said, and gentled his voice, which still earned him a glare. If you act like a child, my son, you will be
treated as such. �It�s the doing of things that you don�t think you can do,
and doing them well. Now. Cast the spell. You know the incantation. Do you
think you�ll mess up the incantation?�

�� No!�
Harry�s eyes were wide and aflame.

�� Do you
think your magic isn�t powerful enough?� Lucius raised his eyebrows. Harry
actually took a step forwards, as if the academic interest in Lucius�s voice
offended him more than all the scoldings in the world. Well, that had been
Lucius�s intention, after all; he was delighted
to find his new son so wonderfully responsive, but not surprised. �

�� No!�

�� Then what
do you think is the problem, precisely?� Lucius tilted his head and examined
Harry carefully, as if he were looking for the flaw that held him back, some
visible sign of his weakness on his skin. He knew he would find none�in fact,
if he had been younger, and if Narcissa and Draco had not existed, and if his
tastes had swung to men, and if he had been sure that his patience would hold
out through the wooing, he might have courted Harry himself�but it accomplished
its goal of infuriating Harry.

�� You�re
trying to heal me,� Harry snarled, aiming his wand, �and I�m the one who should
be healing you. Patefacio omnium!�

Blue light eclipsed Lucius,
brilliant forks that stabbed down around the bed like the beginning of a storm.
Lucius lifted his head and gave Harry a satisfied smile, because only when he
began to realize that he was being outmaneuvered would he become an expert at
outmaneuvering others.

Harry quivered like an offended
horse, his breath streaming in and out of widely-flared nostrils, and then
turned to study the pattern. Lucius eyed it sideways; it was too brilliant to
look at with comfort full-on. (No wonder that Harry, who always denied himself
every comfort, stared at it without blinking).

But it imitated the flexible lens
of the Mirror Maze that Harry had already conjured for him, and beside its
lines appeared the names of the spells. Lucius sighed and clucked his tongue.
Once again, the Ministry had classified an eminently useful spell under the
name of illegal magic. He would have to remember this spell himself, so that he
could use it on his enemies.

*

�� Draco saw
Harry squinting at the web, and one spell in particular, and he was drawn
nearer irresistibly. He had tried to keep out of the way whilst his father
engaged Harry; he had seen, from the moment he stepped into the room, the amount
of preparation that Lucius had put into encouraging certain reactions from
Harry, and he would not have interrupted them. He was satisfied with the place
his own courting of Harry rested for now.

�� But this
was something he could help with, and so he could hardly allow it to pass.

�Volnero,� he murmured into Harry�s ear, and Harry only tilted his
head back to him, instead of leaping like a startled deer. Hardly daring to
breathe at this evidence of trust and success, Draco lifted a hand so that it
hovered above Harry�s shoulder. �That�s �I cause pain� or �I wound.� A more
complicated and nastier version of the Cutting Charm, which can also be used on
objects instead of people. Hebeto.
Dark magic, plain and simple. It�s meant to imitate a death caused by wasting
disease.� He looked past Harry�s shoulder at Lucius�still alive, still aware,
in spite of it all, in spite of everything�and his own voice froze. �I don�t
understand why they would bother with that one, when they meant to kill my
father in an obvious way.�

�� It�ll have
something to do with the way it�s bound into the other spells,� Harry murmured.
He reached out as if he would stroke the strand marked Hebeto, and Draco suppressed his ridiculous impulse to be jealous
of a spell. �See the way it thickens
at the end where it runs into the Body-Mapping Charm? I wouldn�t be surprised
if that means��

�� It�s meant
to deaden areas of his body, instead of the whole thing,� Draco said, as his
mind leaped. �Another meaning of Hebeto
is �I deaden.��

�� Exactly,�
Harry said, a slight stiffness in his voice. Is he jealous that I�m taking his territory away? Draco turned his
head and sniffed lightly at the skin behind Harry�s ear. I cannot be to my father what Harry is to him, and he should know that.
�And in turn that might make the detection of small wounds or vulnerabilities
more difficult. I wonder��

�� His father
screamed.

�� Draco would
never forget the ice spears that jammed down his spine, or how he turned to
face the bed, terrified and helpless. Harry was already moving, his wand
rising, and to him all Draco�s confidence suddenly clung.

Lucius arched off the bed, his
hands stabbing the air. Draco swallowed, mouth gone cold and dry. He would have
Summoned his father�s enemies within range of his crooked fingers, if he could
have.

And then he wished for healing more
than vengeance, as cuts began to open on Lucius�s arms and chest that he
recognized. Harry had once used Sectumsempra
on him. Someone was using it on his father now.

And around his face�yes, a curse
Draco knew for the Scalper�s Curse was opening there, lines of bloody foam
circling relentlessly about his forehead and cheekbones. Draco had seen
Bellatrix use that enough times, and cradle the torn-off, limp faces of her
victims in both hands, crooning at them.

Draco didn�t know the
countercurses. He had no memory of the spell that Severus had cast to heal him
from Sectumsempra, and as far as he
knew, there was no single counter for the Scalper�s Curse.

He looked to Harry, his defense and
support right now, and found a frown printed across his face. Then it cleared,
but Draco distrusted the light that took the darkness�s place in his eyes,
because he had seen that light before, when Harry was preparing to do something
incredibly stupid that would hurt him but save other people.

And then, Harry began, �Sacrifici��

Draco knew the spell. Draco knew. Harry was going to kill himself so
that Lucius could live.

The reaction was as instinctive as
it would have been had Draco seen his mother about to walk off the edge of a
building or his father going, drunk, to confront the Wizengamot. He punched
Harry�s hand, nearly knocking his wand spinning and utterly shattering the
spell. Harry, perhaps used to such distractions, maintained his hold on the wand,
but spun around with a scream of, �What the fuck are you doing?�

�� Not like
that,� Draco said, and he couldn�t care about the roughness in his voice. �Family
members save each other. They don�t sacrifice their lives for one another
unless they can�t help it, because that diminishes the size and power of the
family.�

�� So simple. I know Mother said he really
doesn�t understand, but he has to. He has to. How could he think that he was less important to us than Lucius?

�� That�s the
only way to stop this!� Harry whirled away again. His gaze was still on Lucius,
always on him. And Draco knew, then. Harry hadn�t thought that Narcissa and
Draco would rejoice to have Lucius alive whilst not grieving over him. He had
thought only about rescuing a patient. Lucius was the same as any other patient
to him.

Draco felt an awed humbleness tug
at him for a moment. He had been wrong to suppose that Harry would ever treat
Lucius with less care than he should because of their past.

But he couldn�t give way to the
humility, because along with that emotion came a great and overwhelming
irritation. The spells had not finished killing Lucius yet. There was still
another way, and if Harry resisted this Draco would cut him in half and owl the halves to Lucius�s enemies as soon as
he discovered their names.

�� Not like
that,� he hissed into Harry�s ear. �Like this.�

�� He wrapped
his arms around Harry and bowed his head.

�� The call he
sent out was one he had known how to give for years, but which Lucius had made
him swear never to use unless he was bereft of choices. It was dangerous, and
if performed in front of someone who was not part of the family, it could
betray key Malfoy strengths. But Draco knew of no case more desperate or
justified than this one.

�� He called,
and the sound of his voice, silent and powerful as a prayer, opened a gate from
the physical world into the mental one. Draco felt a hole open in his memory
the way it did when he wished to retain facts about potions: a hard, clear,
grasping space that would never let what passed into it out again. A similar
hole opened in his spirit, and Draco shivered. That felt like a twinge around
his heart, a sensation he had never experienced before.

�� Then he
became conscious of the beat of his heart, the pumping of the blood that was
the shared bond between the Malfoy family and the shared secret of this special
magic. He concentrated on it, forcing it to the front of his awareness, calling
again and again, feeling the hard clear space in his mind open wider and
solidify at the same time, like a box with a lid tilted above it.

�� And he knew
from the pause and the flow of his blood, the two hammering beats his heart
gave, that similar spaces were opening in Harry�s mind and spirit, and in
Lucius�s.

�� Draco
opened his eyes. The room was vivid with crimson light, beating in time to the
hearts it had come from. Draco could have smiled, but he didn�t want to spare
the attention. There was still the chance that Harry would mess everything up
with his stubbornness. Draco pulled Harry closer still and aligned the open
space in his mind with the open space in Harry�s.

He poured through determination, in
a glittering cascade; he received back confusion, heavy as sand, and wonder
like sunlight, and an answering determination. That was all the permission
Draco needed to clench his hands on Harry�s chest and force him to release his
breath. The breath mingled with the crimson light from their hearts, as Draco
had known it would, and the resulting cloud ascended into the air like a
phoenix and then crossed the distance between them and their father.

�� Draco
stared, wanting to make sure the magic had actually succeeded. And then he saw
it settle on his father�s wounds like a vampire, and knew it had. The Dark
magic, visible here and there as an uncomfortable twitch to the air and a
quiver like the darkness between the stars, flowed out of the wounds, and the
fresh blood Lucius had shed rolled up in a scatter of droplets from his chest
and hands and face and back into the wounds.

Malfoy
blood is precious, Lucius had drilled Draco from the earliest days of his
childhood. It must not be mingled with
that of Mudbloods, and it must not be lost.

This magic, like all the other
spells that belonged to the Malfoys alone, was meant to preserve that blood.
Draco swirled his excitement, dancing like sparks of dust in sunlight, through
Harry�s mind, so that he would not sense the hint of relief that lurked beneath
the brighter emotions.

�� And then
Harry forced more of his power into the spell through his clutch on Draco�s arm
and the nearness of their hearts to one another, because of course he could
never be still. �

�� Draco
gasped, and so did Lucius. That was less because of the power of the magic,
however, which Draco felt blast through him and into the spell, and more
because of the red and silver world Harry had deposited them in, the world of
their minds and spirits.

�� Harry was there, an angular shape green
as lightning. Draco could see the whole glittering pattern of his soul, rich
and wild and wonderful and generous as a spreading forest. He understood, for a
moment, the revelation ripping through his hands like a great branch, what it
might be like to want to heal someone outside his own family. Lucius did the
same thing, and Draco could feel his father�s satisfaction, rearing like an
unbroken horse.

�� The silver
and crimson cloud traveled past them then, hauling the Dark magic with it. It
contained the magic, safely, in the holes that had opened in their minds and
souls, because spells meant to affect the body could not affect those. Gradually, the holes would shut,
the boxes tightening and fading out of existence, and the Dark magic would be
crushed utterly.

�� A thought
of Harry�s whispered past him. It was as
if evil had been exiled from the world and love had replaced it.

�� You should
be familiar with the process,� Draco murmured into his ear. �That was the way
your own mother saved you, wasn�t it?� He began to caress Harry�s waist,
feathering his fingers against the skin, and thought that Harry could break
free when he wanted.

�� Harry�s
head lolled back trustingly instead, and more thoughts stormed through his mind
and slipped into the open place in Draco�s, which was becoming smaller all the
time. None of his other lovers had ever tried to learn about Healing magic.
None of them had ever participated in
the process the way that Draco had tried to.

�� More fools they, Draco thought, and
smiled at Harry, who was looking up at him now, eyes as bright as his soul. He
trailed a finger down to the corner of Harry�s jaw, and his own breathing sped
up. He wanted to take Harry now, in wonder and joy and the need of two bodies
thrusting together, seeking celebration of the marvelous experience they�d just
been through.

�� Harry
stared back, eyes wide and uncertain, and Draco heard the last fading flicker
of his thoughts. Harry understood the lessons Lucius had been trying to teach
him. He had accepted that, perhaps, the Malfoys wanted to help him at the same
time as they wanted to help their family.

�� He pulled
away in the next moment, and Draco let him go, because he knew it was not time
to push yet.� And he asked a question
about Healing, which let Draco smile anyway, even with the tiny physical space
between them. �How did you do that?�

�� How did we do that,� Lucius said, softly but
insistently.

�� Harry hesitated,
then inclined his head. �How did we do that?�

�� Lucius
smiled at him. Draco encircled Harry�s body lightly with his arms again, and
felt him shiver with pleasure at the smile. �Blood magic,� Lucius said. �We pay
a large price for our intense devotion to family before all else, but we
receive a few gifts from it, too. Our blood can hold and contain foreign
danger, just as it can embrace the foreigner when it�s shared. And in this case
it pushed the Dark magic out of the blood�out of the body�into a place where it
can be destroyed more easily. Our magic and our minds, if you will.� He frowned
and made a small movement with one hand. �The parallel is not exact, but it is
roughly true.�

�� True enough, Father. Draco suppressed
the urge to roll his eyes. Lucius thought Harry could not understand concepts
so abstract, when he had just been through the process himself and had more
training than most full Healers.

�� Harry
nodded. And then he would have dropped straight to the ground if Draco hadn�t
caught him.

�� Why am I
so tired?� he muttered, his head lolling back on Draco�s shoulder again. Draco
curved one arm around his waist and blinked at Lucius.

�� I don�t
know,� Lucius said. �That magic should not have been a drain on anyone who got
a full night�s sleep.�

�� He
didn�t,� Draco said sharply. �He slept in a chair for most of the night, and
only a few hours at that. He was up most of the night researching. He neglects
his own health most disgracefully, Father. We shall have to do something about
that.�

�� And Harry
was asleep, then, and Draco was the only one supporting him.

�� It was an
office he would gladly have held, for always.

�� He ducked
his head and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Harry�s hair, before he
caught Lucius�s eye. He nodded, understanding the demand in that gaze without
words. He would take Harry to his room, and then return, so that he and Lucius
could talk about how to handle their recalcitrant Potter.

*

�� heisdragoness18:
Draco will at least be more protective of Harry from a distance from now on�but
he�ll become irritating to him soon enough!

�� Thrnbrooke:
Thank you!

�� linagabriev:
Don�t worry about it! You�re welcome to friend me on LJ. And yeah, things aren�t
exactly looking up for the Draco in �Hephaestus.�
He has to go through rather than up, if that makes sense.

�� Draco is
trying to control himself better around Harry just because their first
interactions threw him so far off balance.
But of course that won�t last, not with the emotions Harry makes him feel in
the next chapters. ;)

�� celestialuna:
Thanks for reviewing!

�� Anon: Thank
you so much! I�m glad that you like this one as well as �Bloody But Unbowed.�
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For Their Unconquerable Souls