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... ing bonfire, a skewer of pork in one hand and a horn of decent ale in the other.
For months, their diet had consisted of watery fish stew and bread that tasted like sawdust. Now, thanks to Ragnar’s "fat ships" and his fast talking, they were seated in the guest ring of the Great Heathen Army’s encampment.
"I tell you," Starkad shouted, grease running down his beard, "I always knew the boy was smart! Even when he was drowning in the mud during training, I said, ’That boy thinks li ...
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