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TOM AND IRONSKIN
packed it away, it seemed to twitch in his hand, and he shuddered.
“Well,” said Hork, “They’ll do, I suppose. Malik!”
The slim man in black stepped forward to hand him a leather pouch, and Hork tossed it to Dad.
Dad measured the weight and frowned. He counted the little gold pieces.
“This isn’t enough,” he said.
Hork shrugged. “The rate changed.”
“But we agreed a price!” exclaimed Dad. The two soldiers helped Hork on to his
horse, and he sneered down. “Consider
yourself grateful for the king’s business,
blacksmith,” he warned. “Understand?”
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