Hal peered back at Aboli'sdark shape. That night while the band sat around the fire and held their finalcouncil before beginning the long journey east, At the top of the ridge Aboli forced a halt. The ranks of fangswere thrust forward, fanning open, and clashed against the side of thewooden cask.
When he asked Aboli about them, the big black man shrugged disdainfuly. It cannot last, Aboli told himself, as he met the attack. He watched the leading bird dip and turn, breaking thepattern, and twist its head to peer down into the dark waters. Stop those others! he pointed with his claymore.
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