Chapter 13
Four veiled shadows crept as elves over the hills surrounding the boma. This time the riders, who had come with a very light load, dismounted from their horses just five hundred steps from the confines of the village. The hooves were clad in pieces of cloth to muffle their sounds on the ground.
The figures headed swiftly toward the two guards dozing around a campfire, numbed by the cold of the night. The light of the embers reflected in the daggers the intruders were carrying in their hands. Once again the sentries went from a dream to another without knowing what had happened to them and the shadow clad figures approached in absolute stealth but steadily toward the tent where they knew their target dwelled. Two of the shadows approached the tent from both sides and one of the
