As soon as she gave her grandfather his goblet, ave she could - and did - leave. He raisedk in his voice to a shout: King Gainibu and victory! King Gainibu! the men echoed. To him, it was simply home: three or four lines ofwooden houses with thatched roofs, and a blacksmith's shop and a coupleof taverns among them. He'd been drunk up until the daybefore, and was still feeling the effects.
Smilsu snickered, hard enough to draw a glare from a sergeant. Like so many of hisnobles, he wore a uniform, the chest of which was almost hidden by agreat profusion of medallions and ribbons. Spinello bowed again. He listened to somebody,presumably an officer, haranguing them in their unintelligible twitteringlanguage.
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