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Torbin had almost as little love for these people as the
minotaur had; it was his duty, though, to protect them in
spite of themselves. For that reason alone - not his chief
reason, assuredly - he would be at the minotaur's dwelling
by the time of the deadline.
Returning to his restless steed, he mounted up. Though
it would have been to his preference if the horse had
charged, he forced himself to keep the animal under control
and make it trot slowly through the village street. The
mayor, who seemed to have nothing better to do than to
stand in the streets, wished him the best of luck in what the
people of Dragon's Point had now assumed was at long last
the great battle. Torbin focused his eyes straight ahead and
remained silent. He would explain the truth when it was all
over.
The minotaur was at the shore when Torbin arrived. The
huge man-beast was startingly swift. He was sweating and
breathing heavily, but he was far from exhausted. He
greeted the knight with a slight nod of his massive, horned
head. Torbin dismounted and sat down beside him. The
minotaur waited until his breath returned to him before
speaking.
"The village is in no danger from my people. It probably
never will be
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