The stream would be their battleground.

Septon Sefton,

waddled out and said a prayer,

beseeching the father above to look down on these two men and judge them justly.

Asking the warrior to lend his strength to the man whose

course was just and true, begging the mother's mercy for the liar that he might be forgiven

for his sins.

When the praying was over and done with, he turned to Sir Eustace

Osgree one last time.

Sir, he said. I beg you once again.

Withdraw your accusation. I will not, the man said, his mustache trembling.

The fat sept and turned to Lady

Rowhan good sister if you did this thing confess your guilt and offer good sir

used to some restitution for his wood else Elsewise blood must flow.

My champion will prove, you should read it.

Read her.

My champion, right there.

Happy 2024, everyone.

My champion will prove my innocence before the eyes of gods and men.

Oh Lucas, I would never marry you but feel free to maybe die for me right here in the street.

Put it all on the line for this very formal trial by combat.

This is the last podcast for the sworn sword and boy was that ending something else for me. When we wrap around and come all the way back to those

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