With great difficulty, Wood forced a path through the ruins. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. She pulled, he rose to his feet. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it.
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