The men had rehearsed going up stairs likethese so many times, they might have been stairs to the houses in whichthey'd grown up. Ever since thecobbles stopped, he'd felt as if he were marching in place. The worst it would mean was a disastrously thick head when hstopped drinking. Agmund proved him-self a capable enough master, and was plainly fluent in Algarvian.
I wonder what possessed him to come inthe middle of the rains. Maybe theywouldn't, now. No, Fernao repeated. Well, that's so, Conberge admitted with a sigh.
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