Tiny sparks flared as the steel blade scraped the iron chains as it severed the links.
He moved to the other end of the table and repeated the procedure. Astrid immediately scrambled up and wrapped Hrodgar’s cloak tightly around her.Sigwulf stared at the blade of his sword. “It’s going to take me a week to polish out all these nicks,” he growled.Hrodgar approached Astrid. “Are you all right?”
Astrid nodded. “Just feeling very tired and more than a little queasy. Excuse me.” She leant over the back of the table and was violently sick.“Chloroform does that to people,” Hrodgar replied, sitting on the table
Lakon and Sigwulf spent the rest of their morning pouring through Wilson’s books. While Lakon worked at breaking the code, Sigwulf tested the code on various sections of the books to see if what worked in one place also worked in other sections. Wilson seemed to change codes part way through sentences, making the scholarly Lakon want to scream with frustration.“Cracked it,” Lakon suddenly shouted. He managed to look slightly guilty as several young men who studying for exams scowled at him. “Sorry,” he mouthed.Sigwulf slid his chair across to Lakon and peered over his shoulder. “What have you found?”“Listen to this.
Draynon angrily shushed Russ before gathering himself enough to form a sentence. “What did you just say?”Astrid tore her poisonous gaze from Russ and looked across to Draynon. “Me? Oh, nothing much. Just that it’s my choice. Sir Kenward was quite right when he said that your way is the long way around.” She went back to wiping her hands across her dusty and web covered clothes to remove the worst of the dirt.“It is safest to stay here.”“Is it? Are you sure? I insist on going, and taking my friends with me,” she added as s
“I... in the t... tent,” Mary stammered, still clutching Lakon’s arms while he caressed her raven hair as he tried to comfort her.There was movement at the tent flap and Astrid emerged, a disgusted look on her pale face. She wore only a long shirt that reached mid thigh and did nothing to hide her long, shapely legs, but her scantily clad state was not what caught everyone’s attention. In one hand she held her dagger that was covered in a dark yellow slime, and in the other hand, a creature from nightmares. It was the same size as a large cat, with pink and wrinkled skin showing through thick black hair that appeared more like bristles. It had no eyes with
The wind howled, but now there seemed to be a second howl nearly hidden in the wind. The knights readied themselves in accordance to Hrodgar’s instructions. They hid themselves behind outcrops of rocks, and stayed downwind as much as they could. The howl grew louder. A second joined the first. Hrodgar stared to swear quietly to himself, his harsh face growing darker with anger. Having a brother killed by such a beast will do that to a man. The first beast rounded the corner. Growling and slavering, its starving bo
Astrid stopped eating. “I really don’t know Serra,” she whispered. “He may survive, he may not. He has lost so much blood, has been unconscious and unable to eat. His wounds are very deep, so an antiseptic may not go deep enough. His lack of blood will make it very hard for his body to fight infection. I’ve done everything I can. All I can do now is watch and wait.” Serra nodded. “Where did you learn so much about medicine?”“Mother had a boyfriend for a while that was a doctor.
Astrid found herself being woken up by Serra. Why was everyone incapable of leaving her alone to sleep for just half an hour? Serra plunked herself down on the opposite bed and started muttering to herself. Astrid could hear the echo of Kenward’s laughter.“Kenward again?” Astrid asked, with one raised eyebrow, her eyes cracking open slightly. Serra gave her a dark look.“He just does it to wind you up. You do know that?” Serra gave her another dark look.“He likes you.”Serra’s look spoke of impending violence.“What’s wrong with him?”
Everyone climbed into their saddles and began to ride for the southern most gate of the capital of the Kaltharian continent, the intersection of the great North-South, and East-West roads, the throne of Kalash power, and the ancestral home of the Katrall’s. Kothmar did not know that her true heir was about to return home. Kothmar also did not know that her true heir was far from impressed. Astrid stared at the soaring Palace as they rode through the great southern gate, supported by thick, looming walls that stood three stories high. Astrid frequently gave little gasps of disgust.“Disgraceful,” she said at one point, unable to suppress her opinions any longer.
Hrodgar and Lakon pushed past people as they talked.“After that, I heard that Sigwulf knocked Berry senseless. I’ve asked him and he refuses to admit to anything, but he doesn’t deny anything either.”“Berry?” Hrodgar asked.“Yes. Apparently, Astrid nearly cracked three of his ribs. But then I heard that it could have been Sigwulf or even Draynon.”“Astrid did? Our little Astrid tried to crack a man’s ribs?”Lakon nodded. “I don’t know the truth if it, but it certainly looks that way. She punches above her weight.”Hrodgar la