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The lane becomes narrower and gloomier as it climbs towards the East Gate. Marching down the hill comes a patrol of armed guards, led by an officer dressed in silvered mail. The moment he sees you he orders his men to load their bows. ‘Surrender or die!’ he shouts, as eighteen loaded bows are levelled at your heart.

If you wish to surrender to the patrol, turn to 192.

If you wish to turn and run, turn to 211.