#5. Build
“Build here? My lord, that would not–“
“Would not be wise? Because others have already claimed these hills?”
His guide nodded.
Richard fitzWilliam smiled at the rusted chunk of rock in his hand.
“My king desires these Marches be pacified. I shall do exactly that, with blood . . . and with iron.”
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