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Hetan faced her brother on the hill and caught his eye Sheforth a lance, Cafal padded forward, dropping down frohed ’Weapons out -- let’s go for a look’

’Want me to keep back?’ Harllo asked from the driver’s bench

’No’

Rounding the hill, they saw that the trail opened out again, the land flattening on both sides Forty paces on was Bauchelain and Korbal Broach’s e, on its side, the rear spoke torn entirely off and lying shattered nearby The four oxen stood a few paces away, grazing on the prairie grasses Swathes of burned ground stretched out fro of sorcery A low mound just beyond had been blasted open, the inverted tree it had contained torn up and shattered as if it had been struck by lightning S pit where the burial cha it, his left hand scribing warding gestures in the air, the lance poised for a cast in his right

Netok jogged up frorip He halted at his sister’s side ’So

’And still close,’ Hetan nodded ’Flank your brother’

He padded off

Gruntle strode up to her ’That barrow … you’re saying a spirit or ghost’s broken free’

’Aye’

Drawing a hook-bladed sword, the Barghast woe The captain followed

Stonny trotted her horse back to take a defensive position beside Keruli’s contrivance

A savage hole had been torn into the carriage’s side, revealing on its jagged edges what looked to be sword-cuts, though larger than any blade Gruntle had ever seen He cla what he ht discover