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Friday, January 8, 2010

STO'B 46

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Some hours later, Dr M’Mullen sat down with Philip for dinner. “Would you consider that to be a bad battle?”

“Oh, no,” said Philip. “Three, no, four dead. Would you care for some wine?”

“Actually, I’d prefer some water if you don’t mind. I’m rather parched after today’s work and the dipper at the scuttlebutt was missing”

Philip put down his glass. “I’m sorry, Doctor, but we’re rationing water in order to reach Gideon’s Bay. I had Wilkins secure the dipper until then.”

“Why not refill at the Roman spring?”

“What Roman Spring?”

“At the old bath, perhaps twelve miles west from the village where we fought.”

“There’s water here? Isn’t it defended?”

“Occasionally the Spanish stop by for water, but not on a permanent basis.”

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