stumbled, then straightened up and went with more certainty, more resolve. She would pick 
her way over the fallen cliff to the bottom of the gorge, then follow the stream down to 
the new road.
  "Take care," Harry called after her again. "And Zek, don't ever come up against me or 
mine again."
  She made no answer, looked straight ahead. But to herself: Oh, no, I'll not do that. 
Not against you, Harry Keogh-Necroscope!



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