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"Tell all this to Carthas. He will understand."
Keli had accepted the charge as though entrusted with a
message to the High Clerist himself.
The tavern at Seven Wells had been Keli's third stopping
place. And, it now seemed, his last. He'd come in late,
stabled his horse, and snatched a quick meal. When he tried
for a room, he was able to get lodging only in the barn with
his horse. A party of horse traders filled the paddocks with
their stock and most of the tavern's rooms with themselves.
So tired had Keli been that the straw seemed a princely
bed. He'd fallen asleep easily to the stamp and chuff of
horses.
And wakened to the nightmare of the goblin and
moonlight streaming along Tigo's hook-hand. One of them
hit him hard. There had been nothing but pain and darkness,
and finally, the woods.
His horse they must have turned out among the stock in
the paddocks so that none would wonder in the morning
why the young courier had gone and left his mount behind.
And they'd snatched up the kender as well. Keli still
didn't understand why, couldn't fasten on a reason. Tigo
jerked on the tether again as though calling to heel a
wandering dog. Keli tried to pick up his pace
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