Lithor looked carefully at each pair to make sure they were properly tied and no one having an undue advantage. When he came to Degas he stopped and rubbed his chin.
“Well now, my lord, I fear that you do not qualify as three legs. The little one is going to have to have at least a leg free, even if it never touches the ground.”
“I'm afraid, my friend,” said Eodwine, standing next to Degas, “that Lithor has a point.”
“What say the rest of you runners?” asked Lithor.
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