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. . they know we're here. Ser Rodrik Cassel was already ahorse, a longsword in hand. Mohor crouched behind a boulder, both hands on his iron-tipped spear, a dagger between his teeth.
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It's becoming a part of me--or maybe Im becoming a part of it. He went to the door of the building, footsteps clicking on the wet cement, and stepped into the small, spare waiting room inside.
And above the soldier pines and oaks and ash and sentinels stood the Wall, the ice pale and glimmering beneath the dust and dirt that pocked its surface.
That novelet became the first third of the novel. The Dueling Machine, under the sub-tide The Perfect Warrior. The theme of The Dueling Machine is once again about war, and how to avoid or prevent it- It is a thinly- disguised speculation on what would have happened in the late 1930s if doughty Winston Churchill had been Prime Minister of Britain rather than the pacifistic Neville 4 Ben Bow Chamberlain.