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     "Ay, mother, like a brown wolf watches for a rival."
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     "Just as well. I prefer goose and swine for feasting."
     The Saxon's cheered but the servants, Rory brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls's hair people went dumb with shock. Gwen, his mother, dropped her ladle.
     "Foolish boy. Did I not tell thee to brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls mind thy tongue?" She cinched on his rucksack a bit too tight.
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     "Because he brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls is the King. And to brown stop fools like Rolf from hunting them to extinction."
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     "Allanna."
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     Suddenly, the Great One reared its head in alarm at the scent. Rory sprang in desperation and he threw his spear. But after so much cold and inaction, his muscles betrayed him. His easy toss went short and low, clattering across the stone.
     Time slowed. Rory considered the brownhairgirls steady, healthy, steel brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls dagger. He dropped it and took out the flint one Allanna had given him. Then he plunged it into the Stag's neck. It slit the hide beautifully and the hart's lifeblood spewed, steaming, out onto the stone and the Rory.
     Using his hatchet and rope, he lashed together a hunter's brown sled of birch and brownhairgirlsbrownhairgirls ash. Then he pulled brown it brown to old Hob. The pony took the towrope well enough, but Rory was confined to walking. It turned out it brown was good thing brown that the pony was weighed down.