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| 6 | 125 | "View more quotes about send">Send her to the branding log," said the Forkbeard. |
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| 6 | 122 | She threw back her head and drank down the foul brew. |
| 6 | 123 | She began to cough and weep. |
| 6 | 124 | The coffle rope was untied from her throat. |
| 6 | 125 | "Send her to the branding log," said the Forkbeard. |
| 6 | 126 | He thrust the girl down the gangplank, into the arms of the waiting men, who hurried her from the dock. |
| 6 | 127 | One by one, the prizes of Ivar Forkbeard, even the rich, proud Aelgifu, were forced to down the slave wine. |
| 6 | 128 | Then they were, one by one, freed from the coffle, and hurried to the branding log. |