The Night of Turan

Turan waited, listening. In the evening and women looked down upon him from shadowy balconies but spoke not. Sentinels saw him pass and did not challenge. Presently, from along the avenue before him, came the familiar sound of clanking accoutrements. Almost simultaneously he saw upon his right and opened doorway dimly lighted from within. It was the only available place where he might seek to hide from the approaching company. While he had passed several centuries unquestioned it could scarce hope to escape scrutiny from a patrol as he naturally assumed this body of men to be.

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