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. In his dreams he finally
found pleasure, skewering his hapless foe a thousand
different ways, each one more daring and skillful than the
one preceding it.
He rode quietly, hoping not to alert the minotaur. The
tracks he had come across were fresh and spoke of a large
beast. Torbin's pulse quickened. Legends said the minotaurs
were crafty fighters, as skilled in their own way as the
Knights of Solamnia. They also had their own code of
honor of which some of the older knights had spoken with
great respect.
For a short time, he was forced to ride around trees on a
path that could be described as maddening at best. It twisted
this way and that, and the knight even found himself
momentarily facing the direction he had just come from.
Abruptly, it turned toward the coastline and led him to a
gritty, open area.
Off to the north, his left, he saw the lean-to; nearby sat
the feared minotaur, his great horned head bent over some
unknown task.
Using the natural curve of the land to hide him, Tor-bin
readied his sword and shield and backed the horse up in
order to give it more time to build up speed before he
clashed with the minotaur. A smile flickered on his face. He
took a deep breath, quickly searched his mind for any
options he might have missed, and then spurred the horse
on
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