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The stranger had gone! He retreated behind the crumbling wall beyond Thornden’s. But what in middle-earth did that hobbit think he was doing? Falco ran forward to the wall and peered around it and then looked back and was actually beckoning to them to follow him.
“Come!” he called, waving his hand.
“Not on your life!” Thornden replied, standing stock still. “Garmund, get back here,” he ordered as the boy started forward, more sternly than he intended to. “Falco, what are you thinking? I am not going to go hunting that man! Not when I have you and Garmund with me. Garstan expects his son back alive and undamaged, and it’s not safe to go following him. We’ve disturbed him enough. I think we should go.”
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