Legitimacy did not concern him. After what she'd drunk, she took it as a compliment: indeed, she nethought to wonder whether it might be anything else. King Penda, asthe mage knew to his sorrow, complained endlessly about everything. Insteadhe went down to a poorly lit compartment with whose cramped dimen-sions he was all too familiar.
And that had to be the most peculiar knock she'd ever heard. Shruaging once more, he said, You didn't curse when King Pendainvaded Al arve What business have on ot doino, it now? She stared at him. He thanked the powers above for the mist. He styled himself Fernastro, and spokeAlgarvian rather than Lagoan.
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