Sir Roderick glanced up when the flap of his tent opened,
but as soon as he saw who it was, he went back to reading the large tome on his
lap.
“Wine.” he said simply, turning the page of the book. The
young boy got the wineskin and poured it into a goblet and placed it into the
knight’s raised hand.
“No better way to know your opponent than by studying his
history, Boy. Lord Amerston is a cunning man who will do anything to win.”
“Even bribery.”
The knight went to rebuke the boy, but the poison was quicker.
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