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You slump forward in the saddle, your eyelids half closed, your body possessed of a creeping fatigue that robs you of all will to resist the potent scent. The vibrant colours swirl before your eyes and then fade as gradually you lose consciousness and tumble to the ground.

If you possess a Bullwhip, turn to 214.

If you do not have this Special Item, turn to 327.

Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Brian Williams.