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Roland shot him a sharp glance, but Cuthbert was looking down at the harbor, where the small fishing boats skittered to and fro like waterbugs. “Bert,” he said. ”“Actually, you could help us,” Roland said. Before him, on the pommel of his saddle, was not a skull but a shortbow.

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