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“Eh, Geneeva!” said the old man as he came into the house.  “Hadrian says he’s taking the girl to his prince!”
“Indeed, Gangar?” exclaimed the old woman.  She watched the black rider irritably shoulder his way to the table and sit down.  “What is your name, girl?”
“Aritka,” said the girl.
“What a pretty captive, though,” said Geneeva, speaking to the black rider once again.  “Agree, Hadrian?  You’ll get a mighty price for her.”

“I intend to,” said the black rider dryly, and the conversation seemed over.
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To Be Continued  
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