Tjonre also wore a knee-length jacket, because it was still quite cold or already pleasantly warm, depending on whether you were in his or Raft's skin. He jumped up on the cab, in a much better mood than before. He had to sit down to one side, because Raft was sitting in the middle for safety reasons; otherwise it was too easy to tip the vehicle on the bumpy roads. The manor house, stables and slave quarters were surrounded by a defiant wall, necessary protection from marauding gangs of runaway slaves, outlaws who were hunted mercilessly by most of the landlords, but who, for their part, were not exactly squeamish in dealing with the property of these masters. The car approached the great gate, which opened quickly when she appeared. They passed it and drove out into a world in which the bizarre vegetation glittered, as the sun, which now finally seemed to assert itself against the gray but light-rimmed clouds, was reflected in myriads of tiny droplets. The magic of the scenery was
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