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- Doom. Knee deep in the dead
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- The literary clock is ticking | Books | leondumoulin.nl
Are they yours? Are those cows yours? I look after them. He was mocking him. But he had called him his friend. He thought they were friends. The man laughed once more. They seemed completely uninterested in the conversation. Tell me about them. They were handsome. And they had horses.
Only the loggers come. They say they make really great boats from our trees. Oh, yeah! The best of all boats. They float.
Doom. Knee deep in the dead
They come here in the summer. They live in mud huts beyond Strawberry Stream. Once they beat me up and ruined my new shirt. Then I caught it again from my father, because of the shirt.
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But they leave in the fall. They say that the roads get blocked with snow. And to get to the swamp, you have to go through the forest for several days. But tell me, friend, do you know everyone in the village? These men were strange. Do you know such a man? She has long blond hair and dark blue eyes.
So, what do you think? Are there any people like that in your village? Or Father will cuss me. Pork caught it and his jaw dropped. The silly bear had thrown him a whole sol! Now he could buy himself sweets and eat them where no one could see. I recognized them right away. It has little ponies with wings etched on the gates. I want some. The strangers turned their horses. We could have asked anyone we met in the village.
These places are savage. Every man can stand for himself.
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No little knife would save you. Sixty households. Maybe two? And if we encounter some kind soul who runs off and warns him about our arrival? And he decides he has nothing to say to us?
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What then? Do you want to go to Mols and offer excuses? He petulantly pursed his lips and fell silent. In the meantime the riders had crested the hill and caught sight of Dog Green. The village was situated along both banks of a narrow river. The idiot had led them astray—there were far more than sixty houses. To the right of the road was a small graveyard, and just a bit farther on, a clear-cut area. On the farther shore there was a field, upon which encroached the gloomy wall of impenetrable forest.
The village, lost on the edge of the province, had been carved out in a circle from the forests, low hills, and numerous ravines. These last few days they had been forced to sleep beneath the open sky. For leagues around there was not a single inn.
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They had completely left behind tolerable food, wine, and women. All they had for company were mosquitoes and gadflies. They had kept to the road. True, even though no evil creatures had crawled out of the depths of the forest, wild animals had.
His companions followed him without hesitation. They passed by a well, where two peasant women were cursing at each other, arguing over who would draw water first.
And then they were in the western part of the village. They were being eyed warily. Rarely were outsiders seen here, especially ones on horseback. But no one questioned them. The riders found the inn quickly. The building stood out from the rest. It was large with a red chimney and ornamental doors. The innkeeper, having caught sight of potential lodgers, practically choked on his shaf.
His eyes went so wide that Whip began to fear that he had suffered a stroke. Whip had no doubt there would be spare rooms.
The literary clock is ticking | Books | leondumoulin.nl
Do you wish to eat something? We can get everything ready quickly, in no time at all. If you have so few guests, I mean? We only survive thanks to the loggers. They come to drink shaf and wine. But only in the evenings.