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. "You'll go with us, won't you?"
"You are drunk," said William.
"We have been drinking," said the minotaur, "but we are not
drunk. There is a difference, which you, as a tavern owner, ought
to know."
William considered this. "What is your plan?"
"Not much of one," admitted the minotaur.
But he looked at the faces of Sintk and Harum, and decided
they were serious. He held the coin very tightly in his hand.
Well, why not?
"I've got a mask and sword for you." The minotaur opened a small
cloth bag and pulled out a long piece of black cloth.
William took the short, curved sword and scabbard offered by
the minotaur, tied the belt around his waist and the mask around
his head. He was feeling . . . positively . . . different. He gazed
proudly at his reflection in the curved glass behind the bar and
thought to himself, William Sweetwater, you do not need any
magic coins to be a hero tonight.
The town was dark and quiet as the three companions slipped
out the back door of the Pig and Whistle. Noiselessly, they moved
through the back lanes of Port Balifor. They halted on the outskirts
of town. Moonlight outlined the dark stone castle a short distance
away on the flat plain. There was a grotesque, evil eeriness about
the ancient structure. The castle had been abandoned for as long as
anyone in Port Balifor could remember.
The companions crept closer to the castle without seeing a
single sentry
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