” She played with her hair. Nothing else weighs against it. Now, however, as Gerald watched them, their heads were together and they were murmuring in French. It was a long walk she had to undertake, even if she had endured no previous fatigue, but feeble as she was, it was almost more than she could accomplish. 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.
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