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| My Lord, our scouts have spotted a raiding party of wild Scots heading this way. We think they mean to sack London! | |
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| We'll flee to London where we'll be safe. | |
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| But my Lord, that's where they're heading. And London is an indefensible city, they'll burn it down around us. | |
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| Dear God, man! You've got armor. Fire can't get through that, its too soft. | |
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