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. She recognized the cloth at once, waylaid him, and with that directness of speech particularly hers she explained what she wanted. There's my thumb upon it. Darkness closed in on them as the officers stepped inside the musty interior.
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