“Please, Pawl,” she urged then, “Give my plan a chance. “If nothing else, that dragon will distract Broken-Nose and his men. While they’re trying to kill it, you can close in and rescue Lathwi.”
For a long moment, Pawl stared at her as if he doubted her sanity. Then he glanced toward the meadow one last time and ground his teeth.
“Very well,” he rumbled, “I’ll go along with it for now. But if I don’t like the way it starts to look,” he hastened to add, “I’ll take matters into my own hands.”
“Fair enough.”
They hid themselves in the bushes then, to watch and to wait.
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The furious itch in Lathwi’s nose was long gone, but she didn’t notice. She didn’t notice the pain that was radiating out of her shoulders and into her spine, either. She was too intent on freeing her hands. As long as
