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Beyond the Taunor valley, the highway twists and climbs across wooded hillsides, often plunging into narrow valleys where bubbling, trout-laden streams wend their way southwards to the Quarl. Butterflies gather in clouds above clumps of sweet-smelling flowers bordering the road, and the constant twitterings of bird song add a sense of tranquillity to the beautiful countryside.

'It comforts me to know there is still one part of Lyris where war and death are unfamiliar visitors,' says Cyrilus, puffing nonchalantly on a long-stemmed clay pipe. 'Alas, nowadays, such peace is rare.'

The highway passes the ruins of a monastery and then descends steeply towards some log huts, clustered in a semicircle at the approach to a stone bridge. A tall gate, flanked by two mighty towers of stone, commands the access to the bridge.

'The Denka Gate,' says Cyrilus. 'The toll is 3 Gold Crowns to cross the bridge, unless, of course, the gatekeeper is your brother.' He gives a sly wink and smiles. 'This may take a while--I haven't seen my brother Esmond for over a month, and he is bound to want to hear all the latest gossip from Quarlen before he lets us cross.'

Cyrilus points out two of the log huts where wooden signs, carved in the shapes of an ale tankard and a loaf of bread, hang above the doors. 'The best ale and bread in all of Lyris. Mention my name and you'll be treated like a king.'

You are feeling hungry and thirsty after your long ride, and the prospect of free refreshment is very tempting.

If you wish to enter the ale hut, turn to 185.

If you wish to enter the bread hut, turn to 287.

If you decide to stay with Cyrilus and approach the Denka Gate, turn to 89.

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