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Just why did he do that?" Katthike looked at his advisor now, and Lata listened up. Now his opinion was asked again.
"I suppose the white man from Tulga acted on behalf of the oracle."
"How do you come to that?"
"Only the oracle could know that you are
holding the Hy warrior prisoner." Katthike remained silent and considered. What did Soghul of Tulga do in wishing Hy's death? What did the highly respected oracle have to do with this matter? And who was this oracle anyway? Nobody knew that exactly. It was only said that Soghul was old as a rock and lived in seclusion with a few faithful novices. And his blind eyes would be the same color as his skin: namely, pure, brilliant white! For this reason, he allegedly lived in a cave, protected from the light of the sun, deep inside the silent mountain of Tulghan, which could be reached via a single steep path known only to his novices. The reputation of the oracle in all the surrounding countries was almost that
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