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Roder is a village in the commune of Munshausen, in northern Luxembourg. , the village has a population of 66.
Roder (or Röder, Rőder) may refer to:
- Roder, village in Luxembourg
- Große Röder, river in Brandenburg and Saxony, Germany
- Kleine Röder, river in Saxony, Germany
- Kleine Röder (Schwarzgraben), river in Brandenburg, Germany
- Schwarze Röder, river in Saxony,Germany
- Arenz, Röder and Dagmar v. Germany, UN Human Rights Committee case
People with the surname Roder include:
- Berndt Röder (born 1948), German politician
- Erhard Ernst von Röder (1665-1743), Prussian field marshal
- Franz-Josef Röder (1909-1979), German politician
- Klaus Röder (born 1948), German musician
- Matthias Röder (born 1972), German canoeist
- Mirro Roder (born 1944), Czech-born American football placekicker
- Nigel Roder (born 1967), English court jester
- Reinhard Roder (born 1941), German football player and manager
- Rick Roder, baseball umpire
- Vilmos Rőder (1881-1969), Hungarian officer
Usage examples of "roder".
On a scant hour’s notice Roder had been given an important dispatch by the commandant of the castle, Burnond Everride, to deliver to the neighboring stronghold at Fangoth.
Most of the tiny Camlargo garrison was out chasing one gang or another, and when the time came to find a courier to take the commandant’s message to Fangoth, Roder was the only man left to carry out the delicate mission.
Berry plowed on, paying no heed to low branches that threatened to sweep Roder out of the saddle.
When Roder stood up, he found Teffen watching him in a curiously attentive way.
Teffen poked around in the ruined cart for a few seconds and soon joined Roder carrying a small canvas pack.
Something in Teffen’s manner—his stride, the determined set of his jaw—convinced Roder there was truth in his statement.
His movement was so swift and sudden Roder missed his mouth and poked a sliver of cheese into his cheek.
By the time the fire had burned down to a heap of glowing coals, Roder was well asleep.
Before Roder could protest, the hard-looking man nearest him raised a mallet and brought it down on Roder’s tousled head.
The bandit feinted a throw, and Roder waved his sheathed blade wildly.
Picking up Gerthan’s dagger, Roder tore after Sandys, leaping over stones and tree roots.
Sandys wrenched his horse around and found Roder blocking his way, dagger in hand.
Whatever rush of courage Roder felt a moment before left him when he saw Sandys bearing down on him.
It took a moment for Roder to understand why—”Lord” Sandys was a woman.
She glared at Roder, He couldn’t fathom her expression—it was more than anger.