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Ron rushed Ravenblack at breathtaking speed through the streets. So that was the real reason why he had spared the horse at the racetrack. As they approached the harbor district, Nanja had him stop in a narrow alley and dismounted. Presumably the brigantine was watched; they had to get on board without the town guards being alerted.
“I can be recognized from afar as a servant of Margoro. You must go alone.”
“You don’t even have a weapon.” She didn’t want to leave him alone. “And I can’t be seen in port in these clothes without being molested. Dressed like that, I won’t even pass for a daughter of Akele.”
Cautiously – as far as even possible with the horse – they moved on through the alleys. At every intersection Nanja first looked for town guards and monk warriors before they moved
