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“But we are too far north for ghouls,” I said, not for the first time, some half-an-hour later. Tristan, moving with a recklessness that nearly broke his neck on the stairs, had demanded everyone be brought together in the dining hall immediately, and so we were, all but Elaysius who had flown in search of Braith. “When he buried Rindargeth, Braith said we were too far north for ghouls!”
“A ghoul or two, even a well-disciplined handful of them, can go most anywhere undetected,” Owain said.
I knew that, of course. Anyone might catch sight of a ghoul haunting the edge of a graveyard or battlefield, even a sickroom—anywhere the dead and dying were left unattended. Disgusting they were, and attacked on sight, yet no threat to anyone strong enough to fight them off. I had seen one once,
