The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. Many of the soldiers dismounted, and called for drink. Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting. ‘I just don’t understand you, Gerald. ‘You’re either mad, or in love.
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