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Kruppe glanced at her ’Ah, lass, you sense the stor unbroken As do I Shall we pay a visit to fores in any case?’

She hesitated, then shook her head ’No, why precipitate a confrontation? I must now turn to my own … destiny If you please, Kruppe, inform no-one of my departure At least not for a while’

’The Gathering is coreed ’I sense the ience of the T’lan Iht of anyone else’

’A private matter, of course None the less, Silverfox, would you resent coh to keep silent when silence is called for, and yet wiser still to speak ords are required Wisdom, after all, is Kruppe’s blood brother’

She s?’

’There is no better witness to all things wondrous than Kruppe of Darujhistan, lass Why, the tales that could flow effortlessly from these rather oily lips, should you ever but prod with curiosity-’

’Forgiveso,’ she replied ’At least in the near future’

’Lest you become distracted, of course It is clear, is it not, that even Kruppe’s enerates wisdom in bounty’

’Very clear Very well We’ll have to find you a horse, since I plan to ride’

’A horse? Horrors! Foul beasts Nay, I hold to htly’

’To the limits ofsound behind them ’Ah, speak of the demon! And look, a moonstruck horse follows like a pup on a leash, and is it any wonder, when one looks upon my handsome, proud beast?’

Silverfox studied the saddled horse trailing the mule with narrowed eyes ’Tell h you?’

’Through Kruppe? Why, naught but Kruppe himself! He swears!’

’Not the mule, surely?’

’Lass, the mule’s capacity for sleep -- in no matter what the circumstances -- is boundless, unaffected and indeed, adh its eyes!’

’Sleep, is it? No doubt, to dream Very well, let us be on with it, Kruppe I trust you’re coht?’

’Not in the least, but perseverance is Kruppe’s closest cousin …’

’Walk with ed from the tent entrance, Whiskeyjack looked left, to see Anoloom Ah, not Korlat, then Oh well ’Of course, Lord’

The Son of Darkness led hie of the encaht of Catlin River Starlight played on its swirling surface two hundred paces away

Moths fluttered like flecks of snow fleeing the ind