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... grey stone walls were draped with the banner of the prince. A singer was playing the high harp and reciting a ballad, but down at this end of the hall his voice could scarcely be heard above the roar of the fire, the clangor of pewter plates and cups, and the low mutter of drunken people. If the truth was to be said Jarza enjoyed his position,he was not high enough to take decisions, but still not low enough for his words to have no weight. It has been years since he had a proper meal , the sup ...
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