Ivanhoe
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Sunset in the forest near Rotherwood, a storm coming, and Cedric's swine refusing the horn. You play Gurth the swineherd, brass collar at your throat, trading Saxon and Norman words with Wamba the jester while fresh hoofprints fill with rain. The riders are a comfortable prior and a Templar who does not change languages for thralls, and they want the road to your master's hall. Wamba sends them the wrong way. Bois-Guilbert leans down and asks which of you has lied.
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- Saxon Names at SunsetRotherwood Forest