Chapter 38 A Flag of Parley

A guard, one of the survivors from the Baron’s men, now wearing a hastily-donned Blackstone tabard over his own dirty mail, stood rigid. “M’lord,” he said, bowing to Caspian’s illusion. “A rider. He pulled the bell-chain and now he waits. Won’t state his business. Just says he comes under a flag of ...

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