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Only two days later the ship entered the port of Salapolis in Graçe. Sorgha disembarked unrecognized and carefully looked around the harbor. The news of the search for a novice from Tulga had probably not got this far. But that reassured him little, because the captors of the King of Askhar could already sit on the next ship that crossed there off the coast! He had to leave Salapolis as soon as possible. Without much detours he went to the cattle market and bought a good horse there. He left the city unobtrusively and headed north. There was a very long way ahead of him, many days of riding. To be on the safe side, he kept a good distance from the border in the east, behind which the New Askhar lay.
He rode for two days and nights and only then took a break. In a little wood he changed his clothes again, washed his face and turned back into a white-skinned novice from Tulga. That would bring him more advantages from now on, since the oracle's emissaries had free right
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