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+>TM 4
+>LS 2
+>PS ON
+>PL60
+>SM6
+>CP ON
+>FO OFF
+>------L-----------------------!---------------------------R
+		ä193ä      
+
+	Torvax commands the guardsmen to wait. Then he 
Š	swaggers over to where you lie and he looks down at 
Š	you with a thoughtful expression fixed upon his 
Š	lordly face. His eyes glitter darkly.
+	
+	"You lack weight...I like my fighters to have weight 
Š	of muscle" he sneers, "but you have strength of 
Š	spirit. I have seen gladiators, who could lift an ox 
Š	with their bare hands, defeated in the arena by puny 
Š	men with fire in their souls. Perhaps you have fire 
Š	in your soul, Northlander? Fire enough to win for me 
Š	the victor's purse ?"
+
+	Torvax signals to the guardsmen and they pull you to 
Š	your feet. "Very well, you fight for me at dusk.	You 
Š	will fight Dromodon the Invincible and you will win."
+
+	"And if I lose?" you say, barely daring to ask the 
Š	question.
+
+	"Then you die, Northlander. The final combat of the 
Š	circus is always to the death!"
+
+	
+	Turn to  â82â
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