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Another Song

"Please tell me that you didn't bring your musical instrument," Devrim begged as he heard Junayd humming softly. This was their third day on the road. The man's humming had brought unfortunate memories to the Emperor's mind.

"Which one?" Junayd asked innocently.

"You have more than one?" Gandr furrowed his brow.

"I have a pipe, a hand harp, a lute, and a beautiful stringed instrument," the soldier announced proudly.

"I see," Gandr looked at him sidelong.

"But do not worry. I did not bring any of them," Junayd told them. The other two breathed a sigh of relief. From the pack on his horse, the burly man pulled out two small cymbals with leather straps to slip on his fingers. "I brought these instead. That way I can sing, play, and have one hand still on the reigns. Isn't it brilliant?"

"It is something alright." Devrim tried to smile but it came off as a grimace.

Without permission the broad-shouldered soldier broke out in song. The tun

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