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Extrone asked, “Is there a pass?”

Ri looked up, studying the terrain. He moved his shoulders. “I don’t know, but maybe they range this far. Maybe they’re on this side of the ridge, too.”

Delicately, Extrone raised a hand to his beard. “I’d hate to lose a day crossing the ridge,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” Ri said. Suddenly he threw back his head. “Listen!”

“Eh?” Extrone said.

“Hear it? That cough? I think that’s one, from over there. Right up ahead of us.”

Extrone raised his eyebrows.

This time, the coughing roar was more distant, but distinct.

“It is!” Ri said. “It’s a farn beast, all right!”

Extrone smiled, almost pointed teeth showing through the beard. “I’m glad we won’t have to cross the ridge.”

Ri wiped his forehead on the back of his sleeve. “Yes, sir.”

“We’ll pitch camp right here, then,” Extrone said. “We’ll go after it tomorrow.” He looked at the sky. “Have the bearers hurry.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ri moved away, his pulse gradually slowing. “You, there!” he called. “Pitch camp, here!”

He crossed to Mia, who, along with him, had been pressed into Extrone’s party as guides. Once more, Ri addressed the bearers, “Be quick, now!” And to Mia, “God almighty, he was getting mad.” He ran a hand under his collar. “It’s a good thing that farn beast sounded off when it did. I’d hate to think of making him climb that ridge.”