He saw Buddai crouch, muscles bunching, lips drawing back in a snarl, only a dozen paces separating them the crack of his mount’s hooves on stone filled Rafe’s ears.Īnd then his stallion just. Movement flitted in his peripheral vision, shadows within the trees, but he ignored them, everything about him focused on the trio in the road before him, the thought of Camlin trampled to pulp filling him with a wild bloodlust.
‘You’re a rare find,’ he whispered to his mount, ‘more vicious than a sack of snakes.’ He grinned. Rafe bent lower in his saddle and urged his horse faster. Good, I’ll trample all three of them, then. Buddai set his feet protectively before the girl and Camlin and snarled at Rafe and his horse, hackles rising. The girl grabbed hold of Camlin’s arm and tugged at him, but it had little effect. He knew him as well: Buddai, Thannon’s old hound. The large figure was a hound, brindle-coated and broad muzzled. The small one was a girl he recognized her from Ardan, red hair, an oversized helm strapped to her head. Then figures were bursting from the trees, running up the slope to Camlin, one small, one large. Looks like my trick worked, luring him into the forest, setting an ambush. Knew I had to do something about him, that I’d never get a chance at skewering Edana with him sniffing after me. I’ve been looking forward to this moment a long time. Camlin lay a crumpled heap on the road ahead of him, no way of escaping his stallion’s charge. Rafe felt the joy of victory flood through him.
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