[ three bloody rules, sharpe thought. fight like a bastard, no stealing (except from the enemy), and no getting drunk without permission. except...except what rules truly could hold up here, eh? with its lack of an army and two misfit riflemen trying to make heads or tails of the place. ]
Aye. I'll be there. Better than these buggering books.
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Aye. I'll be there. Better than these buggering books.