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if they strayed, he had not known it. stallion esconsced with moonmaid, and the horselord saw little reason to depart. he strode now from the peak into a greener rampart, and here he kicked heels against the cloying summer air, shook out his silkweed mane. no wolves here, only he and the lady of the silver spires. it was how he would wish it always, the taste of sweetgrass in his mouth and summertime in his senses.