Live Like a King, Golf Like a Lord By Mary Charlebois
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cross the lake, through the rising morning mist, a hunting party rides into camp. Red and blue tents are assembled. Meat is roasting on a spit. Food and wine are abundant. Fletchers’ ready bows, arrows, and quivers. A king and his queen arrive on horseback with their entourage.
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