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"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
The
communique
is
to
be
coded
and
firmly
secured
against
any
magical
deciphering
.
Forewarn
the
wizards
about
this
.
If
they
bungle
it
,
if
any
undesirables
learn
of
my
order
,
I
will
hold
them
responsible
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
The
marshal
hawked
and
pulled
himself
up
straight
.
"
What
else
,
Coehoorn
?
"
"
The
count
...
He
is
here
already
,
your
Highness
.
He
came
at
your
command
.
"
"
Already
?
"
He
smiled
.
"
Such
speed
is
worthy
of
admiration
.
I
hope
he
did
n't
exhaust
that
black
horse
of
his
everyone
envies
so
much
.
Have
him
come
in
.
"
"
Am
I
to
be
present
during
the
conversation
,
your
Highness
?
"
"
Of
course
,
Governor
of
Cintra
.
"
Summoned
from
the
antechambers
,
the
knight
entered
the
chamber
with
an
energetic
,
strong
and
noisy
stride
,
his
black
armour
grating
.
He
stopped
short
,
drew
himself
up
proudly
,
threw
his
wet
,
muddy
black
cloak
back
from
his
shoulder
,
and
laid
his
hand
on
the
hilt
of
his
mighty
sword
.
He
leaned
his
black
helmet
,
adorned
with
wings
of
a
bird
of
prey
,
on
his
hip
.
Coehoorn
looked
at
the
knight
's
face
.
He
saw
there
the
hard
pride
of
a
warrior
,
and
impudence
.
He
did
not
see
any
of
the
things
that
should
have
been
visible
in
the
face
of
one
who
had
spent
the
past
two
years
incarcerated
in
a
place
from
which
--
as
everything
had
indicated
-
he
would
only
leave
for
the
scaffold
.
A
faint
smile
touched
the
marshal
's
lips
.
He
knew
that
the
disdain
for
death
and
crazy
courage
of
youngsters
stemmed
from
a
lack
of
imagination
.
He
knew
that
perfectly
well
.
He
had
once
been
such
a
youngster
himself
.
