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Your blaster spouts white-hot bolts of plasma, cutting a swathe through the horsemen. Ten or more perish and the squealing of their horses rings in your ears. Seeing what they take to be evil magic, they turn tail and flee, leaving the village alone. Still carrying the nuclear bomb, you go back to Falcon's Wing, hoping your actions have not seriously changed the Timelines. You ask CAIN to what extent you have changed the past and, to your relief, it responds, There is no significant change, Falcon. My files do carry a tale, however, about a sorcerer who saved the village of Ramallo from the mongol horde, for a brief time.

Congratulations, Falcon, you are the sorcerer of Ramallo.' CAIN then adds, 'You are lucky to be alive.' You tell CAIN to shut up. Turn to 229.

Turn to 229