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When he turned away, he saw the stranger standing not far off, beneath a great stone promontory that thrust out into the sea of sand, his back to a deep black cleft in the rock. Torcred could see his face clearly this time, and this time it was unsmiling, the brows drawn together and lips compressed in an expression of anxiety. The stranger beckoned with a jerky urgency, half-turned, and pointed toward the crevice of the cliff.
Torcred took a step toward him, his anger boiling up dangerously, blood drumming in his ears. "What are you? " he shouted. "What do you want? You've dogged my steps, watched me, and applauded my downfall. Now what -- "