The ocean was wide, and the ship could not leave the line ofenergy from which it drew its power. Algarvic bandits, most likely, the marshalthought. Many Gyongyosians surely were. Rather more, though, were inclinedto be surly, to say nothing of greedy.
As Rathar had promised, a carriage was waiting. As the jc1gavan mage paced, he waved a large, fine opal that gleamedblue and green and red as the sun struck it at different angles. Fall back! one of them shouted, stumbling past his position. A couple of Algarvians rode unicorns down the road along the edge ofthe meadow.
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