Chapter twelve
“The dratted thing’s dead all right.”Together we burst out beyond the edge of the shrubbery and stared across an open flowerbed area. The blood thumped around my body and I could feel my heart going nineteen to the dozen. The feel of the sword in my fist gave me some reassurance — some, by Krun, only some!
The werewolf appeared huge, menacing. The girl lay upon the path, sprawled, her white dress glimmering in that mothlike appearance in the random illumination.
As we raced up, the ganchark lifted his head. The muzzle gaped, sharp fangs yellow within the darkness. His eyes in that wolfish fashion burned red.
Seg skidded to a halt. His bow was in his fist.
Seg Segutorio, least of any Bowman of Loh, was not going to walk around in our present position without his famed Lo
