Chapter thirteenIn two bounds I was on him. A hard hand wrapped around that bawling mouth and the other jerked his head back savagely. The folds of his hood prevented my fingers finding his neck. His head snapped back. A sharp and distinct crack echoed.
This is the curse laid on us. Without any intention of harming him except rendering him unconscious, here I’d done it again.
He slumped. Quickly I peered around the door. The space beyond was illuminated by lamps, there was fragrance on the air, and, thanks to Opaz! it was empty of life.
Working very rapidly I dragged him back. He was not as big as I was, but there was a tuck in his cloak secured by stitching, and this I snicked apart with the tip of my sword. Then the cloak fitted very well. The uniform of the middle guard went on him w
