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. Coral stayed near
to my side, moving in a similar fashion. He turned his head to follow our
progress, and when the
light finally fell upon his face, I saw that Jurt was glaring at me out
of his one good eye-a patch covered the other-and I saw, too, that about
half -of his hair was missing, the exposed scalp covered with welts or
scars, his half-regrown ear-stub plainly visible. From this side I could
also see that a bandana suitable for covering most Of this damage had
slipped down around his neck. Blood was dripping from his left hand, and I
suddenly realized that his little finger was missing.
"What happened to you?" I asked.
"One of the zombies hit my hand with his dagger as he fell," he said,
"when you expelled the spirits that animated them."
My spell-to evict a possessing spirit. . . . They had been within range
of it. . . .
"Coral," I asked, "are you all right?"
"Yes," she replied. "But I don't understand. . . ."
"Later," I told her.
I did not ask him about, his head, as I recalled my struggle with the
one-eyed werewolf in the wood to the east of Amber-the beast whose head I
had forced into the campfire. I had suspected for some time that it had been
Jurt in a shape-shifted form, even before Mandor had offered sufficient
information to confirm it.
"Jurt," I began, "I have been the occasion of many of your ills, but
you must realize that you brought them on yourself
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