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"Where is Sir Claude Latour?" asked Sir Nigel, as his feet touched ground.
"He is in camp, near Montpezat, two hours' march from here, my fair lord," said Johnston, the grizzled bowman who commanded the archers.
"Then we shall march thither, for I would fain have you all back at Dax in time to be in the prince's vanguard."
"My lord," cried