As they made the final preparations to leave and waited for a joiner or two, Handorth drew his sword again and made his way towards the cave. He marched inside and went straight for the prisoner. It was time that they had a little talk.
"Messenger, what is your name?" he demanded.
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Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow.
How did it come to this?
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