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. "Is it habitual in this
wood to question duty?"
"Not my habit, nor that of my kind." The figure
emerged from the undergrowth. It was, as he had known
from the size and voice, a centaur.
Nonetheless, he peered at it curiously.
"Ah," he said as if in recognition. "A draft human. Tell
me, how is life in harness?"
The centaur regarded him, as always, with the easy
contempt that the hooved and human show the merely
human or the merely hooved.
"We are not in harness but in service - as others should
be," the centaur said heavily. He tossed his head restlessly.
"I have heard rumors and smelled scents this day, as well.
Are more strangers in Darken Wood?"
The stag would not look in the centaur's large, dark
eyes. "Perhaps you smell the strangers from last night. Is
there any reason that their smell would cling to you?"
"We bore them on our backs," he said with dignity.
"As all in this wood know. Are more strangers in Darken
Wood?" he repeated.
"Why ask me? Surely you think you know more than I;
your breed studies stars as well as any beast of burden
could."
"Mockery. It's all tha has." He snorted, horselike. "Try
to hide the truth from us both, if tha wishes. I study little,
but I know stars
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