There was another explosive _pop,_ then another,and the very ground beneath him shot out radiating crooked black lines, so that for a moment itseemed he stood at the center of a spiderweb. I must confess that I have not been thinking about my project in thelast hours. Nandi shook hishead. Runs Far still crouched at his side, his round eyes bright with curiosity beneath the bonybrows.
_ He was himself dressed in dark hose and something he dimly remembered was called a doublet--neither of best quality, but not embarrassingly ragged either. He glanced down to see a small, unmasked boy tugging athis cloak. None of the sandaled, bearded men at the gates tried to stop him entering, although severalmade rude comments about his filthiness and age. He would decide when he knew more.
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