I'll be getting you for this,' Halt had told him as he dabbed the diguisting mixture on the worst of the cuts. 'That soot is filthy. I'll probably come down with half a dozen infections.' Probably,' Horace had replied, distracted by his task. 'But we'll only need you for today.' Which was not a very comforting thought for Halt.
John FlanaganSometimes," Halt continued, "we tend to expect a little too much of Ranger horses. After all, they are only human.
John FlanaganIt formed into small drops on his weather beaten features, drops that rolled down his cheeks. Strangely, some of them tasted like salt.
John FlanaganHalt shook his head. Frankly, he'd seen sacks of potatoes that could sit a horse better than Erak
John FlanaganI wonder," she said. "Does this castle have a moat?" A group of servants were busy emptying the privy buckets into the moat when they were startled by a sudden drawn-out cry. They looked up in time see a scarlet-and-gold clad figure sail out of a first-story window, turn over once and then land with an enormus splash in the dark, rancid waters. They shrugged and went back to work.
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