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Quickly you rise from the river and cough out a mouthful of cold water. The dust of the explosion is settling and you can see D’Val bringing the regiment forward.
‘Are you badly injured, Grand Master?’ he shouts, as he comes riding through the water.
‘I’ll live,’ you reply, sardonically, and hurry to remount your skittish horse.
‘Thank Ishir you’re with us,’ says the captain, as together you return to the regiment and lead them across the ford. ‘Without you, this wicked sorcery would have cost us dear.’
