Not much we can do about it though. Whiskery thuds and yelps and guttural curses soundedto his left; he found it kind of soothing while he thought. They arrived with a horse and cart, and one of the German boys driving; Tom had heard them comingfor quite a while, but Tilly's gone, fucked, but Wallenstein'snot going to be so easy.
How's he supposed to? He's too busy squabbling with the Count ofSolms-Baruth over which one of them isreally the Emperor's chosen administrator for Prague. The rest of them didn't really want to come. Do it, Dunash. Christmas decorations, he thought in surprise.
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