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. He was relieved that it
seemed peaceful inside, even inviting.
Suddenly a dozen dark-colored birds floated down from
the nearest tree and circled above him. They taunted him in
song:
IS THIS THE MIGHTY GORATH, HOVERING LIKE
A CHILD AT WAYRETH'S EDGE, AFRAID TO
MOVE BELITTLED, BEWITCHED, BEGUILED?
YOU HAVE KILLED WITH BRUTISH STRENGTH
AND NARY
ONCE DID GRIEVE YET
YOUR MIND IS NOT SO
STRONG THUS EASY TO
DECEIVE.
SO, DARE YOU ENTER WAYRETH, KNOWING NOT
WHICH
PATHS TO TREAD
AND SEEK REVENGE YOU THINK IS
SWEET? . . . BETTER TURN AROUND
INSTEAD!
The warrior nervously yanked his sword from his scabbard
and thrust it wildly into the air. "Get away, you silly birds!"
he demanded, his voice shaky. "Don't you know that Gorath
is scared of nothing?"
Gorath thought it very strange that the birds seemed to
disappear into thin air. He was tempted to turn around and
try to find his way home, but he reminded himself why he
had come this far: "Revenge! I want revenge!" Forgetting
about the birds, he stomped into the forest, angrily using his
sword to hack off branches that blocked his path. He turned
and looked behind him. He noticed that while it was bright
inside the forest, night had fallen outside
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