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Chapter 17
“Phillipe, do you remember those days when I was picking sheep’s legs out of my teeth, and you were complaining because I wouldn’t marry a knight?” “Yes, Kaida, like it was yesterday.” “I should have eaten you then.” *** Softly opening the door, Lazar and the witch peeked around the corner to see if it was safe. “Do you think the council is in on it?” He whispered, sneaking around the corner and keeping tight against the wall as they made their way down the long passage. “No, it’s the white lady. I never trusted her.” They heard the clanging of soldier’s armour and ducked behind a statue, resuming their stalking, once the soldiers were gone. “How are we going to convince them?” “Don’t you worry about that? Let’s just get there.” *** “Who informed you that the King and Prince
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