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molesting children, so him and Sir Vladimir chopped up them
seven guards and took the children back to Three Walls.

The trouble was that them Teutonic Knights, or Crossmen they're
called, are the biggest and orneriest band of fighting men within a
thousand miles, and they wasn't about to let Sir Conrad get away
with robbing them. There was going to be a trial by combat, and Sir
Conrad was going to get hisself killed, sure as sin. No body beats
a Crossman champion in a fair fight, and mostly they don't fight fair.

I tell you that if you ever want to know something, you just ask a
palace servant. They know everything that's happening, which is
probably the reason that Sir Conrad won't have any. Lots of people
works for him, you understand, but he gets up and gets his own
meals just like everybody else.

We went to Okoitz, and I could see why Count Lambert was so
impressed with Sir Conrad. There was a huge windmill, taller than a
church steeple, and it sawed wood, worked hammers, and did all
sorts of things, and there was this big cloth factory chock-filled with
the damndest machines you ever saw, making cloth by the mile.

It was also filled with the finest collection of pretty girls in the world,
and didn't none of them wear much. They was all crowding around
Count Lambert and Sir Conrad, hoping to get their butts patted or
their tits pinched. Not that any of them would pay any attention to
the likes of me. I wasn't a knight and they didn't have time for us
common trash.

Then, like there wasn't a gross of pretty girls after his body, and the
Crossmen wasn't going to kill him, Sir Conrad invents a flying toy
called a kite, and spends a week building them. He's a very strange
man, that one.

Then we went to Three Walls and I got put to work, mostly doing
guard duty at night. It wasn't so bad, since Sir Conrad let me hunt
all I wanted, just so that everything I shot went into the pot, which
was fine by me. I ate my share of it, and so did Sir Conrad. One of
his rules was everybody ate the same, and there was always plenty
of it. I respected him for that, even though a lot of the others just
thought he was crazy.

At first, there wasn't much at Three Walls but a big sawmill and
some temporary shacks, but they got some fine buildings up real
quick before the snow flew, and since Sir Conrad planned it all, you
just know they was full of odd things The strangest were the
bathrooms, where they had flush toilets and hot showers and more
copper pipes than you ever seen in your life. And some damn fine
scenery, since the girls used the same showers we did. Not that
any of the young ones would have much to do with me, no, they