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is called a city of evil by the god-warriors. Evil is supposed to still linger about the ruins, and infect the countryside for miles around."
"The place has been cursed, all right," agreed Jonker, "but not by my kind of magic, as the worshippers believe."
The day's ride was pleasant, for men and horses alike. Nenkunal had been fortunate in that the inroads of the coming age had been slower here than in most regions Basdon had traversed. The abundant crops in the fields they rode past were ample evidence that the farmers of this land still had the Green Hand. And those tending fields near the trail waved and shouted merrily as the swordsman and magician rode by.
How different they were, Basdon mused, from worshipper farmers, who struggled to the point of exhaustion and surliness for meager and withered harvests. The new age was going to know much of hunger,