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He arrayed his forces across the path through the Estwold, a dozen men to each side spread out within clear sight of one another, perhaps ten or twenty paces between. Then off they moved like a great machine, calling and halloing, stirring the bushes and brambles about, driving the birds and hares ahead of them. They muttered to one another, communicating in short bursts of speech, concise and businesslike. They hunted as men hunt who have the cunning to provide for their own, with eyes trained to see that Tuckworth missed, the mark of a passing stag, the sign of a nesting quail, all the dark and hidden life of the forest.
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