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Valannus approvingly eyed the young man's frank countenance and strongly-knit frame.
"I am glad to welcome you, young sir. I wish more of your people would come. We need men used to forest life. Many of our soldiers and some of our settlers are from the eastern provinces and know nothing of woodcraft, or even of agricultural life."
"Not many of that breed this side of Velitrium," grunted Conan. "That town's full of them, though. But listen, Valannus, we found Tiberias dead on the trail." And in a few words he related the grisly affair.
Valannus paled. "I did not know he had left the fort. He must have been mad!"
"He was," answered Conan. "Like the other four; each one, when his time came, went mad and rushed into the woods to meet his death like a hare running down the throat of a python. _Something_ called to them from the deeps of the forest, something the men call a loon, for lack of a better name, but only the doomed ones could hear it. Zogar Sag has made a magic that Aquilonian civilization can't overcome."
To this thrust Valannus made no reply; he wiped his brow with a shaky hand.
"Do the soldiers know of this?"
"We left the body by the eastern gate."
"You should have concealed the fact, hidden the corpse somewhere in the woods. The soldiers are nervous enough already."
"They'd have found it out some way. If I'd hidden the body, it would have been returned to the fort as the corpse of Soractus was -- tied up outside the gate for the men to find in the morning
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