I won't go back to the captives' camp without afight,he told himself fiercely, and carried a knife longer and stouter than theAlgarvians' regulations allowed to Forthwegians in the area theyoccupied. He wasn't so angry as he thought he should have been. The veteran underofficer affected not to know that. It was, however, information of a negative sort.
Femao sat back down. A couple of people in hats and capes got off. But his answer was not only civil but also informative: Because, mydear fellow, that's where the nearest ley line across the Soretto lies. So did Agmund, in rage.
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