Bartholomew scowled up into the swirling snow.
'I'll find you and make you pay, ya filthy…' he screamed, and then added as the thought suddenly occurred to him, 'that rock could have hit me!' He took several steps backwards in case his shouting provoked more rocks to fall. 'Not that you give a damn about me though, do you,' he mumbled.
As the wagon crested the rise, they moved to the opposite side of the Bolt and made camp; a fire, a warm brew and the chance to rest, which was needed by all.
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Matheus Hawk took one last look at the figures below him and smiled in delight at the display he had just witnessed. He had learnt a great deal. The Magicians were both gifted, the old one had shown himself to be especially so when confronted by the wraiths. The boy Magician shouldn't prove t
