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. It had been a very long time. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. ‘What do you mean to do with her?’ ‘Just keep her talking, that’s all,’ Gerald said quickly.
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