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| 8fde075 | Where's your bowstrings?' Thomas asked, for the priest had neither helmet nor cap. 'I looped them round my...well, never mind. It has to be good for something other than pissing, eh? And it's dry down there.' Father Hobbe seemed indecently cheerful. | bowstrings father-hobbe thomas-of-hookton | Bernard Cornwell |