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of some danger lurking out there. Then as the last of the
rage and fear fled, he returned to his task. But
throughout the balance of the night he occasionally
turned to look out the window.

Out in the city a group of revellers made their way
through the streets, seeking another inn and more merry
companions. The wind blew past them and they halted a
moment, exchanging glances. One, a seasoned mercen-
ary, began to walk again, then halted, considering
something. With a sudden loss of interest in celebration,


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he bade his companions good night and returned to the
palace where he had guested for almost a year.

The wind blew out to sea where a ship raced toward its
home port after a long patrol. The captain, a tall old man
with a scarred face and a white eye, paused as he was
touched by the freshening wind. He was about to call for
the sheets to be shortened when a strange chill passed
through him. He looked over to his first mate, a pock-
faced man who had been at his side for years. They
exchanged glances, then the wind passed. The captain
paused, gave the order to send men aloft, and, after
another silent moment, shouted for extra lanterns to be
lit against the suddenly oppressive gloom.

Farther to the north, the wind blew through the streets of
a city, creating angry little dust swirls that danced a mad
caper across the cobbles, skittering along like demented
jesters. Within this city men from another world lived
beside men born there. In the soldiers' commons of the
garrison, a man from that other world wrestled one
raised within a mile of where the match was taking place,
with heavy wagering among those who watched. Each
man had taken one fall and the third would decide the
winner. The wind suddenly struck and the two opponents
paused, looking about. Dust stung eyes and several
seasoned veterans suppressed shudders. Without words
the two opponents quit the matchh, and those who had
placed wagers picked up their bets without protest.
Silently those in the commons returned to their quarters,
the festive mood of the conies having fled before the
bitter wind.
The wind swept northward until it struck a forest where
little apelike beings, gentle and shy, huddled in the