‘He's a mutton-fisted beggar; but the horse is a bit nappy, and young Roger'll be the man to keep him going at his fences.’
the puffings and pantings of a man running to catch a train
“Then I have a proposal for you,” she said, and withdrew a sheaf of skins from her satchel, filled with all the herblore she could remember from before Dian Cecht threw her work to the wind.
Jambeaus and sollerets hung loose from his shaky ankles. Cuisses and brassards were bashed as by countless bludgeons. Under a shirt of chain mail, the man's chest was caved in and panting.
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