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was pink and sweaty, and he seemed cross. He was sat upon a thin brown horse whose breath steamed in the cold air. Two soldiers stood beside him, and also a slim young man, dressed all in black.
Dad stepped forward. “Good morning—” “Where are my swords?” interrupted Hork. He had a loud, braying voice, like an
indignant sheep.
Dad bowed. “They’re here, sire.” Tom
could tell Dad was annoyed but trying not to show it.
Tom fetched the crates, but Hork held up a hand.
“I will inspect them, first,” he barked. “This is King Godfic’s money, you know –
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