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Ox snickered. You don't look so big. We were told you were eight fucking feet tall. If we have to fight, it will seem that, I said. The Languedocians looked me up and down in a way I could not read. Then they looked at each other and started to laugh. Fight you? The big one chortled. We've come to join you, fool. Word reached us you intend to march on Treille. We are sworn enemies of that prick Baldwin. We've been enemies of Treille for two hundred years. I looked at Daniel and we broke into grins. This is good news... but you're too late. Treille is already taken. We are marching on Bord. Bord?the thinner one said. You mean against that prick Stephen? I nodded. The same. For a moment, the two Languedocians drew their horses close and huddled together. I could hardly understand the tongue they were speaking in. Then Ox looked back to me and shrugged. All right, we march on Bord. He raised his sword to his ranks and they erupted-lifting their swords and spears in a riotous cheer. You're lucky. Ox grinned through his beard. We've been enemies of Bord forthree hundred years. Chapter 129 STEPHEN WAS IN his dressing room when Anne stormed in and found him, in a chair, peeling an apple. Annabella, a lady of the court, was bent over his waist, swallowing his cock. At the sight of Anne, Annabella gagged. She jumped, frantically replacing Stephen's leggings as if to hide the evidence. Stephen looked on, seeming not to care. Oh, do not bother, Annabella. Anne sighed. When the lord hears what news I bear, we shall all be amused to see to what size his manhood shrinks. The lady smoothed her ruffled tresses, curtsied, then scurried out of the room.