movement an occasional bulging out of its throat, as its big round eyes watched
waiting to welcome me back with my beautiful queen, if you would do me that homour. It is blessed with a fine climate, and
limitless wealth from its – “
briefings. We’ve 200,000 men poised on the
borders, and we’ve made a deal with Upper Lotharingia to split the country
between us. The enemy army’s just a bunch of part-time soldiers – merchants and farmers. They won’t last two days against our armoured divisions. Then we can enslave the survivors and put them to work in the silver mines. Daddy thinks we can double
the output! A chain-gang of 30 miners can produce almost 30 ounces of silver a day, if they’re whipped hard enough.”
by its back foot, where it dangled helplessly for a moment, before being tossed
onto the sun-baked flagstones for the crows.
Try clicking on ‘fairy tale’ in that word cloud to the right, if you liked the words, and on ‘heart-stopping beauty’ if you preferred the pictures.