A wineshop wasnot so securely shuttered as it might have been; light spilled out throughINTo THE DARKNESS61the slats to puddle on the pavement. Another handler pushed up a cart full of chunks of meat thickly coatedin red-orange powder: ground cinnabar, to give the dragons the quick-silver they needed. Are tredheads any better than they are in the city? I doubt it, Vanal answered bleakly. They want us tobe ignorant.
His eyes closed. Send the captives back! Captain Galafrone shouted, somewherenot far down the line. If it did today, he promised himself he would guide Eforiel south-east again when evening came. The rest were the pines and firs andspruces that dorninated the woods farther south.
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