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Marakion watched from just over a small hillock, built
up by a tremendous snowdrift, then settled down to a meal
of his own, consisting of some strips of dried rabbit.
The snow stopped falling sometime before noon, and
the afternoon opened up clear and bright, making
Marakion's stalking much more difficult, but not
impossible. He smiled. It wouldn't be long now.
While tearing at the rough meat with his teeth,
Marakion studied the youngling with interest. The boy was
not very large; Marakion guessed him at about eleven or
twelve years old. He looked innocent enough, sitting there,
chomping on his lunch, not much like a sneak-thief. But,
no, he was one of them - a messenger, maybe, or a
pickpocket. He had to be.
Marakion's teeth fought the dried meat for another bite.
He gauged the size of the mountain. It was not the biggest
he'd seen, but impressive in its own right.
Marakion turned his attention back to the boy. He
wasn't going anywhere for the moment. Obviously he'd
settled down for a long rest. Marakion set his excellent
hearing to guard and hunkered down comfortably.
Relaxing, he slipped into a light drowse, waiting for the
boy to make the next move. He was startled back to wake-
fulness. His ears caught a crunching sound from up the
mountain. Rolling to his feet, he peered over the drift.
The boy had heard the sound, too. He scrambled
upright. The bramble-breaking noise grew louder. Marakion
tensed his body, relaxed his mind, letting it disappear,
allowing the energy to flow
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