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Chapter 6 The Sea (continued) “Gentlemen,” Trajan finally said, “let me propose this: Say that Inigo and I meet them and report that we are hunting the Dread Pirate Roberts. We wouldn’t be speaking a falsehood. It might even allow us to gain some intelligence as to his whereabouts.” They stared at
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Two days later, the double-masted caravel made its way past the breakwater and out onto the open ocean. Trajan stood near the stern and looked back at the mainland, wondering how long this next leg would take, and how this next Roberts would receive them. Both Inigo and Westley doubted Archard was
“There now, have a rest,” Westley said, helping Trajan into a sitting position on the bed. “I don’t want to impose on anyone. I’m quite alright to continue on.” “Perhaps, but there are logistical matters. Inigo, how about it?” “He, logistics?” A voice came from the doorway. “Did you not see the
Chapter 4 Another Dread Pirate Roberts (part 3) Before he could set down his goblet Inigo was upon him, brandishing his sword in Trajan’s face and causing the young man to stumble backward to escape, knocking small pieces of pottery, tools, and unshaped steel rods across the floor. “En garde, Guilderian! En
Chapter 4 Another Dread Pirate Roberts (part 2) “These are marvelous,” Westley said, looking at the array of swords along the walls and scattered on tables. “Did you craft them all?” Inigo thumped down into a chair. “Craft, craft, what know I of craftsmanship? These are sharp paperweights.” Looking into the distance,
Trajan ate, apprehensive at first, subtly sniffing the food and drink placed before him, convinced he was about to be poisoned. But the family’s drinks were poured from the same pitchers as his, and their food was served from the same platters. The servants smiled and greeted Trajan like he was royalty,