Chapter threeI, Dray Prescot, Lord of Strombor and Krozair of Zy, stepped out of the palace gate like any silly woflo ripe for the snare.
There was time to notice that a torch by the gate pillar was no longer alight. There was time to notice that the shadows fell thickly across the path. There was even time to hear a soft footfall at the side.
Finally, there was time for me to turn swiftly to face this unseen threat.
After that there was time only to feel a smashing great thwack on the back of my head and to pitch into the enfolding darkness.
When I regained consciousness those famous old Bells of Beng-Kishi were ding-donging away inside my skull. As I may have previously remarked, getting hit on the head happens with distressing frequency on Kregen.
Blearily I managed to get my eyeli
