Trodger might not need his hair dressed, but the flagon of ale that each soldier quaffed would be welcome—once his captain had departed, thought Roding cynically. He hugged her when he saw her in the hallway. If I had known that you were here you should not have been kept waiting for a second. “Is it your maid?” he asked. \"What's your number?\" Michelle asked Lucy.
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