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As Taradan finished describing the enemy camp to his fellow riders, told of their language, which was strange to his ears, and then said what he thought of their own watchfulness.
"You could keep better watch!" he said.
The riders looked down guiltily. Taradan brushed back his jet black hair, and listened as the blond riders agreed that the men must have been Dunlenders. But none of the four quite knew what to make of the sallow-skinned, slant-eyed fellows. The conversation turned to their next move.
"So what will we do?" asked Thenamir.
"How about we come in from all sides and ambush them" said the shortest rider.
"That can't work!" said Thenamir, "There are too many of them for that!"
"Finally you show some intelligence, Gondorian" said Taradan his voice still cold.
Thenamir gave a cold look back. "Well 'Blacky'," Thenamir retorted, "do you have a plan?"
For the first time that night, Taradan smiled. "Actually, I do..."
</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000006>Gilthali on</A> at: 8/6/01 12:05:51 pm
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not whither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.
-The Riddle of Strider
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