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As you gallop through the stables, you quickly intone the words of the Old Kingdom Spell Power Word and shape your mouth in readiness to utter it: Gloar!

The concussive energy of your spell-word strikes one of the troopers who is attempting to bar your escape, and it sends him cartwheeling across the straw-covered ground. His companion slams shut his door, blocking half of the archway, but there is still space enough for you and your companions to make good your escape into the streets beyond. As you gallop through the narrowed exit, you steer your horse to the right and race away along a dark, cobblestoned street.

Turn to 14.