They shared the biscuits and hard cheese and chunks of bloodsausage they had. He had no idea what she thoughtof him, or even if she thought of him. She laughed, down deep in her throat. Inside these wooden fences, insidethese towers manned by Algarvians who would sooner blaze a captivecoming near than listen to him, time was very nearly the only thing hedid have.
It could be worse, sir. He's the one whocollects the taxes Enkuru screws out of us, and as much more besides tomake him near as rich as the count. Away from the towns, the land is as it once was here. King Mezentio knows that, Balastro said gravely.
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