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"Well ain't you the funny one," Falco retorted to Ruthven. "I didn't actually see it walk, truth be told."
"Falco," Eodwine said, his chin in his hand, resting on an elbow, "there's a whole line of sycamores, or some kind of tree, along the road that way."
"Maybe so and maybe not. I saw what I saw."
"Did you just make that up?" Saeryn asked.
"Of course not!" Falco replied indignantly, and pulled out his pipe. "Have you a light, Ruthven?"
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