Chapter FiveThe farmer had told him that it was three leagues from Weideth to Dûsarra; that was over an hour’s ride, but a glance at the sky and some calculation indicated that he could still make it by midnight, with luck. It depended in large part upon how tired Koros was. So far, the creature showed no signs of fatigue at all.
They were leaving the village, passing the last few houses that straggled out along the road, when Garth glimpsed movement from the corner of his eye; he ducked, instinctively, and the shadowy batlike form that swooped at him swept silently by, its glittering black talons inches from his face.
The girl’s bow was still clutched in one hand; he flung it aside, wishing he had taken her arrows as well, and dove from the warbeast’s back, drawing his sword as he lande
