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... lsed, tossing the small fishing skiff around like a piece of driftwood in a washing machine.
Ned sat in the prow, wrapped in his salt-crusted cloak, staring at the grey horizon. His horse, the poor shaggy garron that had survived the Mountains of the Moon, was currently miserable in the center of the boat, tied securely and looking green around the gills.
"Almost there, girl," Ned muttered, patting the horse’s flank. "Just think of solid ground. And grass. Lots of grass."
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