Finding myself a quiet niche I settled down with a tankard of beer and surveyed the scene. Alcohol-fuelled boasts were belched out all around me. Merchants overreached, money lenders tricked, taverns drunk dry, battles fought, duels won. But above all, women. Women the boaster had bedded, was bedding, or was going to bed. If a tax could be levied on lies, all other taxes could be abolished. Her majesty would be the richest ruler in the world.
(from An Eye Of
Death, by George Rees)
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