Ransom felt the strain on his neck. What if the helmet was too badly damaged to be removed, and he had to walk around with a crooked helmet on for the rest of his life? It was a ridiculous thought and made him start to laugh. “You think this is funny, Ransom?” “No . . . I was just picturing going back to Kingfountain like this.” “You think you’d make it that far? You’d ride into a tree.” “The horse can see even if I cannot.” The metal groaned, and Ransom winced as he felt yet more strain against his neck. Another voice sounded from the tent door in Occitanian. “Where’s Sir Ransom Barton?” “Do
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