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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