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be. If you will tell me whatever you know about the way the guards are stationed and relieved, I think my men can slip through and bring deI mean, Kentand his companions out." |
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There was another silence while Bassett absorbed this. His expression, unguarded now, wavered between enthusiasm and disbelief. Then a certain look of cunning came into his eyes. If only Simon's men were involved, he would have lost nothing, even if the effort failed. He would do what he could to help, even what he could to support and protect any who escaped, but his own force would be untouched and ready to try again if such a possibility arose. One other problem had to be brought to Simon's attention, however. |
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"We think Kent is weak and sick," Bassett said. |
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"So I guessed from his age and the treatment he has had," Simon acknowledged. "Also I assume he has been starved since entering the church. But that does not make much difference," Simon assured him. "He could not slip out softly enough, even if he were whole and strong. We will have to quiet the guards on the side of the church where we come out. I will need men to replace them. Mine cannot speak English at all or French well enough to fool anyone." |
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Bassett blinked. Simon sounded so sure that he was beginning to believe this himself. "This is not a forest," he said after a moment. |
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Simon turned his head and translated Bassett's warning to Siorl. The Welsh master-at-arms answered with a brief, contemptuous sentence. Simon did not translate it specifically, he only said that Siorl was sure it could be done. Bassett was not completely convinced, but he had already decided that he had little to lose in the attempt. He put out his hand. |
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"I am more grateful than I can say," Bassett remarked. "If there is any way in which I can return this favor in the future, it will be done. For now, would you like to come into my camp? We have a secure place |
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