Caedrasp was escorted home without incident. The longbow with the strange symbols was wrapped in some ordinary cloth, looking like a small rug or tapestry under his arm. Caedrasp knew closer scrutiny would discern its contents, but he was not concerned about scrutiny today. The hunt for him was not yet organized or even thought of; most likely, Caedrasp and his escorts had noticed no one paying any more significant attention to him than others walking in the city. Soon, however, the first feelers would extend from the center of the cruel, clever web woven throughout the land, searching for him or one like him. Whoever the spider was sitting in wait was extraordinarily brilliant and had tremendous resources to aid him.
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