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Suddenly you sense that Prarg is walking directly towards a patch of thin ice. You shout a warning but it is already too late. A loud crack echoes across the lake as the surface shatters and, in a terrible moment, your companion disappears feet-first into a seething pool of icy grey water.

If you possess a Rope, turn to 211.

If you do not, turn to 346.

Text copyright © 1991 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1991 Brian Williams.