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. Besides, here might be a chance to discover why
the ghost had come to be once more on the face of Ansalon.
"I must catch him ... But it's too late. I'll never be able
to keep pace with the swift animal." As he started forward,
the world seemed to ripple.
The ghost found himself standing in a new location,
several yards AHEAD of the rider.
The other knight rode past. Rennard followed. Once
more, the world rippled. Once again, Rennard had
journeyed to a location ahead of the mortal.
Suddenly, the rider brought his horse to a halt, forcing
his mount to veer off the path.
Rennard joined the mortal.
A body - that of an elderly man, a peasant by his
clothes - lay in the brush, no more than a day dead.
The knight couldn't force his steed nearer. Rennard
gradually realized that he was at fault. The animal could
sense the ghost, though its master could not. Rennard
stepped back a few paces, out of sight. The skittish horse
grew calm.
The rider dismounted and approached the body.
Rennard was amused to note that the knight drew a sword,
just in case the wretched figure rose from the dead. A
moment later, Rennard realized that perhaps the knight was
not so foolish. Rennard was proof that anything was
possible.
The knight pushed back his helm, bent down to study
the remains, and carefully noted the direction the old man
had been traveling. Rennard took time to study the knight.
He was young, though still old enough to bear the symbol
of the Order of the Rose on his breastplate
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