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"No," Rohan said hastily. "We must stop our fightingтАФI thought I had made that clear." He turned
imploringly to Zazar.
"You did," she said, "and so did I. But trying to get something through Tusser's thick skull when he
doesn't want to understand, is well nigh a hopeless chore."

"Look," he said to Tusser. "What's to be gained if we continue to make war on each other and when the
other Outlanders come upon us, we are so weak we can't fight them, even all together?"

Tusser frowned again, trying to work out what Rohan had said. "Yes," he said at last, "but what we do
between times?"

"There is much the Sea-Rovers can learn from you, and much that we can teach in return," Rohan said.
"Later we will go to the rest of Rendel. I'm sure thatтАФ"

Whatever prediction he had been on the point of making was lost as a small, furry creature nudged its
way under the door curtain. With a high-pitched squeal, it made a straight line for Zazar. Tusser recoiled,
reaching for his shell dagger, but Rohan grasped his wrist before he could draw it.

"Weysel" Zazar said, taking the little one on her lap. Weyse stood up, her clever little paws on Zazar's
shoulders, and trilled and squeaked at her in what could only be interpreted as an urgent manner. Her
fur-covered face held a def-initely anxious expression; and her entire manner radiated fear.

"This is a friend," Rohan explained to Tusser. "I know her well. What is Weyse saying, Granddam Zazar?
It must be important, to bring her here."

"Danger," the Wysen-wyf said. "Much danger. Men from the Outside, and they are burning as they go.
That's hard to believe." She held Weyse out a little distance from her, so she could look into her eyes.
"Are you certain?"

Again the little creature chittered and trilled in a highly agitated manner.

"Smoke," Tusser said, his already wide nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air.

"Not from talk-fire, not from hearth." He leapt to his feet, drawing the dagger whose hilt he was still
clutching. He appeared on the verge of attacking Rohan where he sat. "You!. Betray Bog-people!"

"Don't be a fool, Tusser," Zazar said, getting to her feet in turn. "Do you really think Rohan, an honorable
knight of Rendel, is going to set fire to everything while he's apt to get caught in it himself?"

"Granddam Zaz is right," Rohan said. He was last on his feet only because he paused to pick up Weyse
and cradle her in the crook of his arm. "I know nothing of these men, except that whatever it is they think
they are doing, setting fire to the Bog, they must be stopped!"

"Well, now's your chance," Zazar said to the two. "If ever you had any plans or hopes of working
together, you couldn't find a better place to start."

"I'm for it," Rohan declared. He handed Weyse to her and loosened his sword in its scabbard. Then he
turned to Tusser. "I'll face them alone if I have to, but it would go better with an ally."