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The two men on horseback rode into a clearing on the slope of a hillside that wound down to a little hamlet fixed near the sea. New York Giants american football The wind whipped at their cloaks and large blots of rain spattered the ground. The Prince looked down at the orb, which had stopped spinning. The Prince lifted his finger and pointed to the valley. The rain came in heavy sheets around them. The storm whipped at their faces. “That is where our enemy will fall. This field before us. Do you see that hill yonder? There he will die.” He chuckled through the howling wind. “I can see him, Martin. I can see him quivering with fear, shrinking from the battlefield. He is clutching my flag, Martin. It is a misty morning. He holds my standard when he dies.”

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The Evnissyen nudged his horse closer, staring into the black rain and clenched his teeth with the discomfort of being soaked and saddle sore and robbed of a night’s lodging. New York Giants american football “Why does he hold your standard, my lord? How did he get it?” “He will get it after I am dead. As he has done with others before me, he will hoist my banner as a threat to his enemies. But hoisting it will kill him. That is where he will fall. From an arrow loosed from that slope. Do you see it? Where the ground pitches beneath that giant oak?” “That is a large oak, my lord. Not questioning your lordship’s eyesight.”

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“That oak should not be there. There needs to be a little cave for her to sleep. A shelter from those who pursue her.” He paused, staring at the giant oak. He wiped the rain from his face. Martin knew he could speak enigmatically at times, but this was different. He was talking about the future as if he were living there instead of the present. He shook his head, a stern expression on his mouth. “That oak should not be there.” New York Giants american football Martin leaned forward in the saddle, feeling impatient. “Shall I tell it to move then, my lord? If it offends you, I can go down to the village and fetch an axe.” And a meal, he thought blackly. “Close your eyes. You must not witness the maston sign.”

This also had happened before. Martin despised the maston secrets. Not even the Evnissyen dared penetrate an Abbey to learn them. The Prince forbade it. Martin clutched the saddle horn, shivering from the hair as it dribbled down his leather hood. He closed his eyes, grimacing. Suddenly everything went white and a blast of thunder nearly shook him off his horse. The animals screamed with fear and bucked frantically. The noise was so loud, Martin could barely hear the shrieking stallions. He twisted around on the saddle after calming his beast and the oak was afire, blazing despite the surge of rain.

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Martin looked at the Prince, who had a strange expression on his face. An expression of pride. New York Giants american football “Who is this girl, my lord? Who is this ghost you hunt?” “She is not one of the Unborn, Martin. It is the future that I see. There is one more place we most stop before Muirwood. The Medium bids me east again. But before you join me, ride over to the burning tree. You will find branches that have been preserved thick with acorns. Collect the acorns and bring them to me. All of them. Gather as many as you can.” “I am collecting acorns now?” Martin said, exasperated. “Acorns?!”

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