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Meadow and Starglow looked at each other as if they
were dealing with a madman.
"But, Gorath," said Meadow slowly, "this is the first
time we've seen you since we fled your tent . . . . The Forest
of Wayreth must be playing tricks with your mind."
Gorath snarled. He didn't know what to think. Was this
indeed the first and only time he'd found Meadow and
Starglow in this clearing? While standing here facing them,
had he blanked out and imagined that horrible red dog?
And falling into the deep, deep ravine? And being
paralyzed? And returning to Zoma's shack? Had the Forest
of Wayreth indeed played tricks with his mind?
Suddenly Gorath heard growling. He turned toward the
ravine. The red dog sat by the ledge, wagging its shaggy tail
and whipping the snow-white tip into the ground as if it
were issuing a challenge. "Ah, ha! There's the DOG!"
howled Gorath, thrilled to have proof that his story was
true.
Meadow and Starglow looked at each other, then at
Gorath. "What dog?" they both wondered aloud.
But Gorath wasn't listening. He was slowly stepping
toward the ravine, hoping to exact the most satisfying
revenge of his entire life. He did not even notice that
Meadow and Starglow had seized the opportunity to escape
in the opposite direction
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