The Sword Maker by Robert Barr
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warrant."
"A little black bread has gone the rounds." "All the more reason that we should have a huge pasty, steaming hot, or two or three of them if necessary. And your best wine, landlord. That from the Rheingau." But the landlord demurred. "A meal for yourself, sir, as leader, I could venture upon, but feeding a score of hungry men is a different matter. Remember, sir, I have not seen the color of their silver for many a long day, and, since these evil times have set in, I am a poor man." "Sordid silver? Out upon silver! unless it is some silvery fish from the river, fresh and firm; and that's a good idea. We will begin with fish while you prepare the meat. 'Tis gold I deal with to-night, and most of it is for your pouch. Run your hand in here and enjoy the thrill," and Roland held open the mouth of the bag which contained his treasure. "Ah!" cried the inn-keeper, his face aglow. "No such meal is spread to-night in Frankfort as will be set before you." There was a great shout as Roland entered the Kaiser cellar, and a hurrah of welcome. "Ha, renegade!" cried one. "Have you shirked your task so soon?" "Coward, coward, poltroon!" was the cry. "I see by his face he has |
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