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“You know, sir, I am not a very good rider. I'm more or less fine in the saddle of a racing squirrel, but horses ... no, I'm better here, in comfort.

“I have to insist,” Richard Hoss ignored the nonsense about squirrels, “get on the croup, I was asked to take you forward.

- No.

“Lord Adrian Olenway made this request. He asked me to clarify this for you if you still refuse.

Tobius frowned and, chewing his lower lip in doubt, nevertheless jumped out of the cart.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, ladies and gentlemen,” he shouted to the convoy people, trying to climb onto the croup of the horse behind Ser Richard, “God willing, maybe we’ll see each other again!”

"Take care of yourself, char Tobius!"

— God bless you, the Blacksmith!

And thanks for the fish!

Richard the Two Woodpeckers drove the wizard forward, past the marching host, past the rolling cannons, armored wagons of gunpowder and ammunition, past the troopers leading their horses, to where the banners of the fire-breathing bear a
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