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The dozen Eorlingas woke with the dawn, broke their fast and then camp in quick succession, and were soon heading north at a light gallop that would not strain their mounts.
In two hours they saw Sorn's land holdings come into view. The holdings were not much different from any other, a main house with a number of out buildings spread here and there, rolling fields surrounding them, planted with crops of wheat, barley, and oats. The stable was the last building to west before a large paddock on which no horse was to be seen.
The place was silent.
"If Sorn did take Linduial," said Eodwine, "he will have taken steps to be on guard at all times, so we will not go knocking on his front door; it could be a trap. One of you who has a horn, give them knowledge of our presence."
One of them produced a horn and blew a clear call that could be heard for a good mile in all directions. They waited, their mounts stirring impatiently beneath them, prancing from foot to foot.
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