So he had themsurrounded and shelled heavily and at length, then sent troops in to kill thesurvivors. It seemed to him they'd been on the road for at least a couple of hours. Now to do something, one must first start. Fingas exhaled audibly through pursed lips.
But that was all water over the dam; he had them in his sack. The old man gestured eastward with his head. Crews with scythes hiked to wet meadows in the forest,where they cut hay and stacked it to dry on racks made of poles, so thehorses herded up from the Leas could be fed that winter. That's when it ended.
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