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Tsk!
The car slowly stopped in front of the cabin.
Two tall men stepped out from the car.
All the while, the one-armed old man lay quietly by the lake; he didn't seem curious or perhaps he already knew the identities of the newcomers through other channels.
"I like the environment here,"
a rough voice said.
"Henrik, we really should rest here properly for a while."
"I bet, without women and alcohol, you'll leave in no more than three days,"
another voice said.
"Have a little faith in me, I think I can last at least four days."
The rough voice approached the one-armed old man.
"Good heavens, Bedivere, how did you get so old?"
"Last time I saw you, you looked at most 50, but now you look like a man in his seventies or eighties."
The one-armed old man removed the straw hat from his face, his mood affected, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face.
"Gareth, keep your voice down, I'm not so old that I can't hear what you're saying,"
