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Three [[gossiping ladies]] sits by the hearth in Sarum Castle a late autumn evening. [[Anne]]: ”My dears, did you see the knights riding home from the fighting in [[Jagent]]? Weren’t they a sight to see?” [[Marigold]]: “They were indeed. The seems to have covered themselves in [[glory]] and spoils. Did you see the magnificent stallion that Sir [[Cadry]] rode in on? It must be worth a prince’s ransom. They say that the horse belonged to [[Prince]] [[Mark]] himself!” [[Harley]]: “And covered in jewellery too. Roman jewellery at that. It seems like him and a few of the other men stayed in Dorchester on their way home. You [[mark]] my words nothing good will come of it. That pagan will lead our men to their deaths with his vainglorious actions.” [[Marigold]]: “Oh come now [[Harley]], no one can deny what a splendid and handsome [[warrior]] he is. They say that he himself killed five enemy knights in the fighting during this autumn. I say that no man is his equal with a [[sword]].” [[Anne]]: “Both on the battlefield and in bed, or so I have heard. Did you hear about the fighting that went on in the Praetor’s bed last year? I bet that was why he stopped by [[Dorsette]] on his way home. Just look at all the finery he is bedecked in riding home.“ [[Harley]]: “Maybe the strange pagan has taken a liking to men now that that witch of a wife of his is dead. I heard from old Ines that she died screaming and that the devil himself dragged her to hell for her sins.” [[Marigold]]: “Oh, don’t be horrible [[Harley]]. Just because you envied her, there is no cause for speaking ill of the dead, pagan or christian. I am sure that Sir [[Cadry]] needs comfort after all the horrors that has befallen his family.” [[Anne]]: “I am sure he does need comfort. Perhaps he just needs the company of a [[lady]] of breeding and some maturity.” [[Harley]]: “As if an old bag like you would have a chance with that man. He probably would prefer mounting that new stallion of his to mounting you.” Bickering ensues.
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