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"Ships, yes ... a sea voyage would be more comfortable
than rolling in this cart," she said. "Could we find passage
to Abanasinia in Thel?"
"Easily, my lady. 'Tis a thickly traveled route."
"Then we shall proceed to Thel, then take ship."
The carthorse wheezed and shivered. "I pray the beast
holds out till then," said Soren.
The beast did not. By the time they reached the fork, the
poor carthorse collapsed in harness, never to rise again.
"Oh, lady, what shall we do?" Carin wailed.
"Nuitari will have to serve," said Lady Ilys. Soren could
only obey in silence. He loosed the tracings from the dead
animal and dragged the carcass aside. Then he backed the
black, straight-limbed Nuitari between the poles of the over-
burdened cart. Soren patted the horse's nose consolingly.
"There's no shame in it," he said in a low voice, though
Sturm was near and heard him. "We all must serve beneath
our worth sometime, my friend."
Day passed and night came. The two bright moons rose,
shone their faces on Krynn, and set again. Mistress Carin
drove all night, and Sturm noticed that his mother parted
with one of her fine scarves so that her maid might have
some protection from the facing wind
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