At the north end of the Old Wood a small town catches and breeds birds with the king's permission. The feathers here are often prized for arrows, which many hunters swear fly straighter and swifter than any other.
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At the north end of the Old Wood a small town catches and breeds birds with the king's permission. The feathers here are often prized for arrows, which many hunters swear fly straighter and swifter than any other.