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bread, it was not wise to pry. "Were you going anywhere

in particular when you were robbed?"



Alan shook his head. Like Hal, he was a homeless

wanderer. It was odd that two such youthful outcasts

should meet.



"Will you travel with me, then, when you are better?"

Hal poked at the fire, and Alan could not see his lowered

eyes. "My horse is as good as a man in many ways,"

Hal added, "but rather quiet. Sometimes it is lonely. . . ."



"Certainly I will travel with you," replied Alan

promptly. For Alan was brave, and inclined to deal gen-

erously with life. He saw a shy smile touch Hal's face,

and then he went to sleep on his bed of moss without a

doubt or a fear. He never afterward questioned his an-

swer.



Alan felt much stronger when he awoke the next morn-
ing. He put on the patched tunic Hal gave him, and ate

some leftover stew. He put a pinch on the ground, first,

for the god.



Hal glanced at him curiously. "Whom do you serve,

Alan?"