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The arrival of the royal party had swollen the numbers around campfires. The taverns, market stalls and eating houses were packed. The six trappers were back in the corner of the campfire they preferred, keeping their heads down and out of trouble while elsewhere Stormaway was dropping a judicious word here, closing an astute deal there, and sometimes making contact with the people in his wide-reaching insidious spy network. Even Danton and Harkell did not know who Stormaway’s agents were. It occurred to Danton that if anything happened to Stormaway, his whole organisation would fall apart, since only he held the knowledge of its workings.
Danton took a pull on the flagon of mountain whiskey and grimaced as it burned its way down his throat. He shook his head and shuddered, “Dog’s tee
