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. The
man shouted to be heard over the sound of the stream
surging through the gorge fifty feet below and between
them.
Horgan studied the human silently. He rode a huge
horse, a bay that pranced and pawed the earth in apparent
agitation at the delay.
"You have crossed the borders of our realm," Horgan
Oxthrall shouted back, curtly. "This is the land of High
Thane Rankil of Khalkist, and you are trespassers. In his
name, I bid you depart!" He fingered the axe easily, just to
show them that he was not afraid to back up his words with
action.
"We cannot depart," replied the human loudly, his tone
still firm. Horgan figured the fellow was having a hard time
trying to sound persuasive when he had to shout in order to
be heard. "Our mission is a holy one!" the centurion
concluded.
Horgan blinked, momentarily nonplussed by the reply.
Then his anger took over. "Nothing of Istar can be holy!"
He sneered.
"It's worth gold!" added the officer, though his face
flushed angrily. The two other riders dismounted casually,
stood next to their horses, and talked quietly to each other.
Horgan concentrated on the centurion.
"Istarian arrogance!" Horgan snapped bitterly, his voice
ripe with scorn
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