Captain Larbino threw open the door to thecoach. Neither of those alternatives held any appeal for Skarnu. If you must get home sooner than you'd like, you won't want towaste your time standing around chattering with the likes of me. He pointedat the mage with his short-handled spade.
I thank you,sweetheart, he said, and walked off toward the west. This skirmish, though bigger than most, fitthe pattern of the fights that had followed Forthweg's invasion ofAlgarve. Garivald's son Syrivald grunted like a pig. As Rathar had promised, a carriage was waiting.
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