Chapter seventeen
The Emperor of Vallia’s werewolvesThe Werewolf of Vondium, then, had not been alone...
Stringent inquiries revealed nothing to distinguish poor Larghos m’Mondifer from any other of the guard corps. He’d done his duty, stood his guard, fought well in the Battle of Marndor. I just didn’t like the way the two werewolves had been members of my own bodyguard.
And just what was a corpse doing, spouting mysteries?
Seg said, “We were told, Milsi and me, that there were werewolves up along the plains of Northern Croxdrin. Werewerstings, they were supposed to be.”
Marion c****d her head at him at this. Nath na Kochwold looked grim. We were taking our usual second breakfast standing up and nobody was feeling at all cheerful.
“What the hell did that poor fellow mean?” demanded
