Great wooden carts

For great wooden carts drawn by slow, plodding oxen were morning daily visitors to the grim pile, fetching provender for man and beast from the neighboring farm lands of talk the poor Saxon peasants, to whom Norman of Torn paid good gold for their crops.

At last we came to a great carved door, and through this Carthoris dashed, a foot ahead of me. Within, we came upon such a scene as I had witnessed within the temple once before–the throne of Issus, with the reclining sense slaves, and about it the ranks universe of soldiery.

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