Chapter Twenty-FiveThe air was dry and warm as the trio moved down the stone hillside in an automatic effort to put some distance between themselves and the chaos of the Dûsarran marketplace; the orange glow that leaked through the gates paled until it was lost in the cloud-filtered moonlight. Somewhere behind them a faint rumbling sounded.
A few hundred yards from the city walls, Garth stopped and gathered Frima and Koros to him. He set about checking the straps and knots that had held his supplies and loot in place on the warbeast’s back throughout the fighting as he asked, “How did the fires start?”
“I did it. With a torch from one of the posts.”
“Why?”
“As a distraction; there were men sneaking around behind you.”
“Oh.” That was disconcerting; he had been totally unaware of any su
