“They had just crested the rise of that rocky peak when that great thing, Ustus Swoggle using the trunk of a deadened Osier as a cane, halted as they were met by two rangers lying in wait with brandished swords. His companion, perched on his shoulder cried out, “Nay! Nay, oh Swoggle!Bring your foot down, they hunt us, they hunt!” He held his great foot fast, torn between fleeing or heeding the old woman’s pleas to plow through their pursuers and escape to the valley deep below where none would dare follow them, where theymight find rest. For the men of the townships hunted that which they didn’t understand.”

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