Aye, could be worse, Skarnu said, and the farmer nodded. That might mean anything, or nothing. The Algarvians hardly kept any sort ofwatch over the approaches to Feltre. Conflicting stories, Cynfrid said with another sigh.
You think the Algarvian cared? Ealstan asked, and shook his head togive the question his own answer. With the regimental commander's breakfast attended to, the cookscould get around to feeding the rest of the soldiers. Unless it involved a prettygirl, he soon got sick of doing the same thing over and over. Eforiel put on more blubber with every mileshe swam.
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