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Your Thinkstrike works. The hussar clutches his forehead and then tumbles gracefully from the saddle into the brook with a splash. As he lies there, spluttering, you seem to see an uncanny resemblance to the portraits of your early ancestors. An uneasy feeling comes over you as you spur your horse on, out of the hollow. Looking back you see the hussar emptying water out of his shako. Turn to 145.