CHAPTER 11Condemned to Death
Tar-Gool and I were ready for them and charged our attackers even before they were upon us. My blade met Gopon’s and Tar-Gool was right there beside me issuing out death in wholesale lots to our enemy. Soon the fight became a wild melee of flashing swords and slashed limbs all joined by wild cries of pain and rage. Sirah and Manalia stood behind us, with their daggers drawn and ready, and they used those deadly blades on more than one occasion to aid our defense. More than once the long slim daggers used by the women drank deeply of the blood of our enemies.
We were all giving a good account of ourselves, but the end was inevitable. We were trapped and I saw that more and more reinforcements seemed to be entering the room and coming to Gopon’s aid.
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