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Rinaldo ran through the rain and the fading light, searching for his sister.
At last he had reached his side of camp. There were bodies all around him. Men who served under him, men he was responsible for, but he couldn’t think about them yet.
Orlando was still alive. Some of his men, too. Not everyone had been stricken. If Bradamante was still alive, Rinaldo had to know it.
If she wasn’t—
He had to know that, too.
Men were moaning. Some reached for him. Some were beyond help already. Rinaldo continued running, searching side to side.
Check her tent—empty.
Check the corral—Egalite was still there, huddled against the rain beside Bayard.
Jara’s horse, Filla, was there, too. But no sign of Jara.
Rinaldo kept running, aware with every step that the light was rapidly failing. The
