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...The second rider was rapidly approaching. He was not pale like the first.; His hair was dark and there was a color in his face. His mouth was a properly maned sorrel. He bore a cocked and bolted crossbow...
...He was beardless, slim. Possibly light-eyed within the squint of his aim. He managed his mount well, with just the pressure of his legs. His hands were big, steady. Capable. A peculiar feeling passed over me as I beheld him.