C15 CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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“Don’t you just adore the Eye-talians,” the partly drunken English mercenary roared. Some ale sloshed from his newly refilled tankard. “Apart from the fornicatingly awful wine they insist on.” The Swiss, French, Spanish, Italians, and Savoyards of the company would never agree, of course
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