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Would That It Were


Lazette Gifford

Copyright 2011 Lazette Gifford

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Ice filled the air, covered the ground, and coated just about everything Caravan Master Nuri could see as he paused, half way up the hill. He looked up at the sky and cursed in four languages, three of which he actually understood. Then he added a special curse for the elders of Westhu who had decided foreigners could no longer ride horses in their city. He understood the attempt to curtail the growing congestion on the narrow, old streets, but the injunction played hell on any outsider who had business in the center of town.

Nuri had spent all of yesterday getting to meetings which should have only taken part of the morning and then he spent the night in one of the fancier local inns. The excellent dinner at the Inn, which included amusing gossip from the Senon capital about the unfortunate prince heir and his sorceress fiancée, couldn't make up for this hellish trip back to the caravan this morning.

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