ocr: "Then where is he?!?" charlemagne banged his stout Fist down amongst platters Of chicken and veal. A carafe Fell over, dribbling heavy red wine onto Beji's hairy back. A portly knight in the robes Of a cleric stepped Forward, the wicked iron mace at his belt clanging I against the table. "Lord, the watch at the Gate Of Sighs reported seeing Roland with the woman from Cathag... "We have been over this!" The veins in charlemagne's Forehead throbbed portentouslg. "I refuse to believe that my nephew has run OfF with some almond-eyed whore while the city Of his birth is about to be overrun!" "Then ...
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