When I asked him if he wished to send a reply, he told me not to be a fool. Notch was a stooped thin grey-haired man, born in these parts. No, mylord. The horse was a heavy courser,almost as big as a destrier but much faster.
Had hoped, he jeeredbitterly, but now you know better, dwarf. Lord Beric himself did not eat. The feast's half done. Two morebarrels of burning pitch went crackling through the gloom to come crashingdown amongst the foe.
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