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and Frynne, her father was a smith. A black leather patch covered Euron s left eye. He inclined his head a whole half inch in greeting. he said, and none o' your horse piss in it, thank'e.

We'll make camp 446GEORGF R. She felt a rush of sympathy for the boy. Fifty yards farther on they spied the second bodv. Doran!'' called some highborn voice.