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Forty paces along the street is a barracks, a long white-washed building with ugly square windows. A soldier sits dozing in the evening sun with his spear resting across his lap. Some children are tossing hollowed-out larnuma fruits at him, trying to catch them upon the tip of his spear. Opposite the barracks is a tavern with a line of saddled douggas tied to a rail near the main door. The braying of these sand-horses rivals the sound of revelry drifting from the tavern door.

If you wish to enter the tavern, turn to 351.

If you wish to continue along the street towards the Dougga Market, turn to 202.

Text copyright © 1985 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1985 Gary Chalk.