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The Lion of Flanders.
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Conscience.
They are all by the same one.
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A troop of knights rode silently
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through the fields of Roeselare.
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The clanking of their armour
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and the heavy steps of their horses
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frightened
the peaceful inhabitants of the woods.
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But the Fleming grabbed him
round the waist
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and hit his head so mercilessly
against a tree
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that he collapsed to the ground
and felt nothing.
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Right, Verheyden.
Lines. In your best handwriting.
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Whitey.
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I'll get you for this.