One hundred yards further they were confronted by still another brace of signs. They stopped once more.
CITY LIMITS
(Gambling allowed)
JUBILATION! Where troubles
never come due, 'cause the
Good Lord takes a likin' to you!
Where gloom and doom are outlawed
and there's never any sadness.
Where a smile lights up the midnight
sky and gives off only gladness!
(Gambling allowed)
The second sign was another in the shape of a horseshoe.
Beyond This Point You Have 4372
Friends You Never Had Before!!!
(Gambling allowed)
Suddenly Toryl stopped and played with several switches and dials on the crypterpreter.
"What is wrong, Brother?" asked the puzzled Sartan.
"I receive no direct translation for the term 'gambling'."
"What is the closest term the machine gives?"
"Fraternizing."
Sartan laughed. "Now it is you who fret, Toryl. According to the signpost legends 'fraternizing' would seem to be accurate."