A forest," William said, his expression distant. "Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of autumn carpet their roots. Where the wind smells of game and wildflowers."" Why, that was lovely, Lord Bill. Do you ever write poetry? Something for your blue blood lady?"" No."" She doesn't like poetry?"" Leave it." Hehe. "Oh, so you have a lady. How interest--

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