“You’re a filthy cheat!” Andrew called after him, but he was laughing as his horse picked back up the pace.
“When you’re both my squires, I’ll have you refer to me as Lord of the Northern Wood, or there shall be consequences,” Erro shouted down at the brothers as he shot over their heads on Aquila’s back.
“Come on! Flying doesn’t count!” said Andrew, his horse’s nose dangerously close to Michael’...
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