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from his limp fingers, slashed his reins and sent his horse

careering after the others.



Alan stood watching, swaying with hunger and pain,

vaguely thinking that he should leave as well. He did not

have the strength to move a step. But the gray-eyed youth

seemed to sense his hesitation. Quietly he dismounted

from his big, gray horse and walked to face Alan. "My

name is Hal," he said, "and I will befriend you, if I may.

Will you come with me?"



Alan was absurdly glad that a choice was offered to

him, though he could not have turned away without fall-

ing. He nodded and reached out toward the other, shak-

ing with the effort. He could scarcely see. He feit a gentle

hand take hold of him, and he gulped burning liquid from

a flask. Hal wrapped him in a cloak and helped him into

the saddle of his gray steed, then mounted behind. They

sped away into the Forest



"It will not take those ruffians long to come after us,"

Hal muttered, and Alan decided he liked the sound of

that low voice.
The ride was a haze of pain for Alan. The horse was

strong and swift, and theForest whirled by. Alan barely

noticed when they came to a rocky stretch of waste, but