The lid of the sepulcher had been carved into a likeness of the man whosebones lay beneath, but the rain and the wind had done their work. King Balon's command. Only the scent mattered. I expected the old weasel to piss in our wine and make uspraise the vintage.
This is folly, my lord. We agreed afterward that the kinghad been as noble as the dragons were fearsome. Something else would please me more. He wasleaner than he had been, but bigger as well, and the only sound he made wasthe soft crunch of dead leaves beneath his paws.
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