Sir Hugh De Bracy:
These glades go on forever. I hope we find shelter before nightfall, Boid-Guilbert.
Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert:
What do you fear De Bracy, Saxon hobgoblins?
Sir Hugh De Bracy:
No, a Saxon arrow in the small of my back. I wager there's a cutthroat behind every tree.
Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert:
Aye, and soon they'll be hanging from them.
Sir Hugh De Bracy:
Unless we are.
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