Chapter SevenThere was a frozen moment of near-silence; the only sound was the crackling of the flames. For long seconds, no one moved.
Garth thought he heard soft, mocking laughter; he turned, but could not locate its source. The fury still boiled within him, but when he had thrown the sword its hold had loosened, and he was able to think again.
As he looked around, he saw shock and astonishment on every face; humans and overmen alike were staring at the burning corpse. No one was laughing; no one smiled; no one spoke. Then one of the guardsmen broke the silence, speaking in a harsh whisper that carried to every corner of the square. “Black magic!”
Another voice, this one from one of the crowded streets, shouted, “Kill them! Kill the overmen!” Garth spun about and thought he saw the sh
