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Rath not tell you that? The tales of some are to be feared. That is a lesson story finders have learned again and again. Some stories are best left undisturbed."There was no music or dancing in the Fael encampment that night. Armed archers walked the edge of the meadow, and still others stood guard over the road and the bridge. Genn might have said she didn't believe these men-at-arms posed a threat to anyone but Alaan, but it appeared she was not I really so confident of this. The Valemen's offer to stand guard I was turned down, and they rolled themselves in blankets beneath Cian and Ariel's cart.
"It is a chance to have all our plans renewed, just when we thought all was lost," Fynnol said.” How can we pass it up, Tarn?""Baore is the boatbuilder," Tam said.” Without Baore we all stay in the Vale.""Baore ... ?" Fynnol's voice came out of the dark. There was no response but measured breathing. Baore was asleep, or pretending to be so.
"I will see to Baore," Fynnol said firmly.
Horses moved in the dark, and wind pawed softly at the tents. Somewhere nearby Tam was sure he could just hear a couple in the act of love, and the sounds of the woman's pleasure would not let him sleep.
"Did I hear you speaking still?" a voice said. Cynddl crouched down beside the cart's wheel—barely a silhouette in the faint starlight.” I hope I'm not mistaken and have wakened you?" "We are lying awake, waiting our chance to steal your horses," Fynnol said. Tam punched Fynnol, then rolled on his side, propping himself up on an elbow. Baore shifted in his sleep but did not wake.” And I have come to offer you horses," Cynddl said quietly.” An offer you can ponder as you lie awake. I'm told that beyond the Wold of Kerns the river is easily navigable—even for a Fael who's spent very little time in boats. The Wold is also said to breed fine horses. Take me there and I'll give you the silver to buy three good mounts. I can't promise you the best stock the Wold will offer, but you'll have three horses that won't disappoint you. That's the price I offer for a well found boat and your skills as rivermen from here to the Wold." He paused.” I should warn you though: I won't make this journey with quite the speed you might plan to make it yourselves. I'll stop along the way and spend a few days here and there." "But what will you do on this journey?" Fynnol asked.” If you took as much delight in the words of others as you do in you own, Yynnol, you would've heard. I am a story finder. I'll listen for the stories of the race that once lived in the wildlands—stories that are only faint echoes now. I'll do the same here, at Telanon Bridge. I've spend this night out on the old battlefield, and tomorrow and the next night and perhaps the one after that as well. Who knows what tales I might find in such a place? Consider what I've said. Horses freely offered might even be better than stolen Fael horses. Sleep well." With that he rose and slipped silently back into the encampment. But none of the Valemen slept.
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"It is a chance to have all our plans renewed, just when we thought all was lost," Fynnol said.” How can we pass it up, Tarn?""Baore is the boatbuilder," Tam said.” Without Baore we all stay in the Vale.""Baore ... ?" Fynnol's voice came out of the dark. There was no response but measured breathing. Baore was asleep, or pretending to be so.
"I will see to Baore," Fynnol said firmly.
Horses moved in the dark, and wind pawed softly at the tents. Somewhere nearby Tam was sure he could just hear a couple in the act of love, and the sounds of the woman's pleasure would not let him sleep.
"Did I hear you speaking still?" a voice said. Cynddl crouched down beside the cart's wheel—barely a silhouette in the faint starlight.” I hope I'm not mistaken and have wakened you?" "We are lying awake, waiting our chance to steal your horses," Fynnol said. Tam punched Fynnol, then rolled on his side, propping himself up on an elbow. Baore shifted in his sleep but did not wake.” And I have come to offer you horses," Cynddl said quietly.” An offer you can ponder as you lie awake. I'm told that beyond the Wold of Kerns the river is easily navigable—even for a Fael who's spent very little time in boats. The Wold is also said to breed fine horses. Take me there and I'll give you the silver to buy three good mounts. I can't promise you the best stock the Wold will offer, but you'll have three horses that won't disappoint you. That's the price I offer for a well found boat and your skills as rivermen from here to the Wold." He paused.” I should warn you though: I won't make this journey with quite the speed you might plan to make it yourselves. I'll stop along the way and spend a few days here and there." "But what will you do on this journey?" Fynnol asked.” If you took as much delight in the words of others as you do in you own, Yynnol, you would've heard. I am a story finder. I'll listen for the stories of the race that once lived in the wildlands—stories that are only faint echoes now. I'll do the same here, at Telanon Bridge. I've spend this night out on the old battlefield, and tomorrow and the next night and perhaps the one after that as well. Who knows what tales I might find in such a place? Consider what I've said. Horses freely offered might even be better than stolen Fael horses. Sleep well." With that he rose and slipped silently back into the encampment. But none of the Valemen slept.
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