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but you wrote the letter. If you make another sound, I will strike you witless." |
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Then Heribert whirled away toward Walter, and not a moment too soon. His intended victim had disarmed one man, who was dodging around the edge of the group trying to grab his weapon from the floor without getting himself killed or getting in the way of his companions. Another of Heribert's men-at-arms was bleeding from a wound in the thigh. The third had just set his foot on the sword on the floor and was toppling backward, which saved him from the full force of the blow Walter had struck at him. |
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