Chapter Eleven'I can't run another step,' Bradan gasped.
'You'll have to,' Chaturi said. 'Now that we've freed Machaendranathar, the rakshasa Dhraji will never rest until she kills or captures him and us. We have to flee quickly.'
Two Singhalese produced a litter, placed Machaendranathar on it and trotted away in that ground-covering pace that made light of obstacles and distance. Banduka gave Bradan a wide grin and joined the others.
'We did well.' Kosala checked the edge of his sword. 'I wondered about you, Bradan.' He nodded. 'Maybe I was wrong.'
'Are you coming?' Bradan asked.
'I'll go last.'
'As you wish.' Bradan said and moved on. Melcorka ran at his side for the first few hundred yards before she staggered. Bradan caught her, wincing in pain.
'You're bleeding.' Chaturi glance
