If he hands the reins back to the Old Man, Jongleur will owe him. He was very,very rich. But even as he said it, he thought of the freezing darknessoutside, peopled with monsters he could only dimly picture from half-forgotten books. Its blank, headlight eyes watched herhungrily, so close it seemed she could reach down and touch the armored head.
Afew moments later, with the river's edge still a hundred yards away, a dark something cracked pastover the I came here. Shouldn't we get out of this place first? she asked. The bird missed them, rocketing past like a surface-to-air missile and buffeting them with the wind of its passing.
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