Brede's

Dorrin clamps his lips together, then continues to unstrap his pack, laying it beside Brede's and following the taller man's example by leading the mare down the stone-walled ramp to the stream.

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A gust of wind sprays fine blond hair around Brede's face, and a hand twice the size of Dorrin's absently brushes it back.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994

Kadara eases the mare in front of Brede's gelding and toward two men unloading a wagon before an unmarked building.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994

Brede's grin vanishes as he watches two men fold their tables at the approach of the two questors.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994

Brede's cheerful voice precedes him down the stairs from the attic.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994

Kadara's lips are almost touching Brede's left ear. "" will we ever get home?

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994

The tall man with the high-pitched voice and shoulders even broader than Brede's marches over to the trader, who has climbed from the cart seat.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994

Both Dorrin and Kadara look up at the sound of Brede's voice.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994

Dorrin leads Meriwhen over to the iron stake, where he follows Brede's and Kadara's example.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994

Brede's sword is like lightning-two Gallosians fall before they even understand the blond giant is among them.

The Magic Engineer Modesitt, L. E. 1994