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... g little to drive the frost from the air.
Cnut sat hunched over a broad oak table strewn with maps and half-finished letters, his crown pushed back upon his brow as if it weighed too much to wear properly.
A messenger from the south knelt before him, breath still ragged from the ride.
"Your Grace... word from the continent. The Pope’s call has reached Paris and Rouen, but France sends only a token force, and Normandy none at all."
Cnut’s jaw tightened. "Damn them ...
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