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Part One For days Kalaphlar's young nephew wandered on, his only goal being to keep the stream beside him and the mountains ahead of him. But game was scarce, and he soon began to suffer for lack of food. But he pushed on, until, gradually, he left the sand behind him and trudged up into the rocky fastnesses of the Rakath Mountains. Yet he went still further, for in all this time he had not met with a soul - and gradually, almost inperceptable, the snow became deeper on the ground and the cold became intenser in proportion as his garments wore out. And still he trudged on, tired now, too tired to think even, only knowing that he must keep going, must keep moving, for if not, he would surely fall a victim to the icy cold. Where he was going he would have found it difficult to say even to himself, but perhaps there was method in his madness, for had he not heard his uncle speak of a "venerable old noble, far up in the mountains, who has enlisted himself in our cause"? At any rate he pushed on, until, one day, he felt he could go no farther. With a sigh of weariness, he lay down in the snow, drawing his garments around him, thinking, perhaps hoping, that he would never more arise. But it was not to be. A few hours later he woke up with the sensation of movement - he was being carried! Two men, on either side of him, and he was on a stretcher. "Who are you? Where are you taking me?" he asked faintly. "Never mind," said the elder kindly. "We are friends and are taking you to safety." The last thing the young man remembered before fainting away was a looming gate house and an imposing stone tower, confronting the bitter wind. Comments are welcome, I hope you've enjoyed this next part of the story - I've got a better idea as to where it's going now!
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