S'mimasen," Alyss said repeatedly as they brushed against passerby. "What does that mean?" Will asked as they reached a stretch of street bare of any other pedestrians. He was impressed by Alyss's grasp of the local language. "It means 'pardon me,'" Alyss replied, but then a shadow of doubt crossed her face. "At least, I hope it does. Maybe I'm saying 'you have the manners of a fat, rancid sow.
John FlanaganFace your fears, Halt had always thought him, and more often than not they fade like mist in the sunshine
John FlanaganI am the lord of Redmont Fief. He is my tenant. I am his commander. End of story. Ipso facto. Case-o closed-o.
John FlanaganSometimes," Halt continued, "we tend to expect a little too much of Ranger horses. After all, they are only human.
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