’ ‘I shall stop him,’ declared the old lady furiously. Trodger might not need his hair dressed, but the flagon of ale that each soldier quaffed would be welcome—once his captain had departed, thought Roding cynically. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. But it was her proof. You are a girl with very little. Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city.
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