Chapter fourteen
Flutsmen guard the skiesThe Manhounds of Antares!
Saffi would be callously driven through the jungles and the plains in a vain pathetic effort to outrun the jiklos and the hunters who sought their pleasure in this vicious sport. The Manhounds of Faol with their jagged fangs and sharp claws would rend her soft golden body, and the quarrels from the crossbows of the mighty hunters would plunge bloodily — No! I would not allow Saffi to be used as human quarry for the Manhounds of Antares.
I wrenched the door open not knowing how I had crossed the carpeted floor before Que-si-Rening spoke again.
“Bagor!” He stretched out his hand as I glanced back. “Take care. The Queen keeps me secret. If you betray me it will be the Heavenly Mines for us both.”
“What do you know of the
