Says who? he replied, and Ealstan had no goodanswer. She smiled. That was a polite commonplace. Disgraceful, he said.
Even handsome, in the dark, bloForthwegian way, she thought. Peering over the dirt heaped up in front of the approach trenches,he saw the enemy's field fortifications had taken a fearful battering. Some of the Algarvian fliers made their dragons stoop on theForthwegian forces below like a falcon stooping on a mouse. Acouple of his own men perished, too, which made him curse.
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