”)Roy Depape stood watching the pony plod its appointed rounds for a couple of turns, remembering with some nostalgia his own rides in such a cart as a child. ”“I hardly think there’s any need of pardon-crying,” Eddie said. Then the smile broadened, his eyes flashed with happiness, and he ran toward them. A small yellow cur came in under the batwing doors.
“Did ye encounter patrols of Farson?”“No, Excellency,” Roland said. The blip on the route-map was now blinking close to the dot marked Candleton. He thought he could see it, as well—a quicksilver shimmer like bogwater, stretching across the flat, open land . ”“Get off it.
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