Sorry, Sergeant, said Leudast, who knew he would be wasting histime if he tried to explain to Mag Pendastared at her. He thanked the powers above for the mist. His wife served up a supper of blood sausage and sauerkraut, bread andhome-brewed ale.
Don't worry about that. You can't make war hayheartedly, he thought. Fromwhat he knew of Dzirnavu, he found that more likely. Nodding to Skarnu, he said, Nowwe'll give 'ern what-for.
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