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longer acceptable for an earl's son to be illiterate, but at the moment he felt that even writing was too strenuous an exercise for him. When the letter was off, he staggered back to bed, able to think of little beyond the horrible fact that the next day he would need to ride about forty miles to Brecon.

 
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