Tell me we’re not going to be stoking up the cook fires to build palisades through the night by their light.’ I stood, turning as I spoke.Gravely, he said, ‘You’re not going to be stoking the cook fires and building palisades through the night by their light.’Something was wrong with Lupus. He had never in his life made a joke, and his eyes were not laughing; quite the reverse.
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