Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar.
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