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As usual the rear portion of the column slowly understands

The whole line is crushed up and close packed.

Mules raise their heads to avoid baggage in front of them.

Lumbers and houses become a jumble.

Then cramp up and wedge together to give the transports room and to avoid danger from restless animals

The officer leading is doubtful of the way

Who knows?

"Where do you want to get to"
This query comes from us
"Road leading to the Lylle gate, comes the answer through darkness
"You are almost on it. Turn to the left and you're in it"
"Good – Thanks lad" comes answer through the darkness again

The column moves once more, turns and slowly assumes its easy links of space ridding itself of cramped wrinkles

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