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Ambush!
In the roadway before the Ehleen troops three noblemen sat their horses, blocking the narrow track. The Ehleenee halted as one of the men spurred his mount forward.
"You come from the Lady Mehleena?" asked the troop commander.
The stranger merely nodded.
"You are of The Brotherhood, then, my lord?" Again the stranger nodded.
"My lord must give a Sign," said the commander, tracing a complicated pattern in the air.
"Aye, I’ll give you a sign," agreed the stranger. Still smiling, he raised his hand and sent something shiny spinning through the air.
The commander grunted, then his horse screamed and reared and, in the split second before his body tumbled from the animal’s back and a deadly sleet of arrows began to fall, everyone could see the polished bone hilt of a knife jutting out of the commander's left eye socket.
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