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. He kissed her cheek. “The one who used to live at Lyndmore. They bounced without merriment over bumpy Roman roads, and by the time they arrived she was extremely nauseous. Loneliness. ‘Bête!’ Gerald caught her hand as she pulled it back to deliver another blow.
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