Chapter Eighteen
"The Hills"U
tter darkness. A dark shape slunk through the shadows around the palace. Guards on patrol were not aware of its passing, for all they had been told to pay careful attention to the dark places. There was no moon that night. The slinking form had no trouble finding its way.
A paw set down on the city street. The shape broke into a run, loping easily through alleys, leaping fences, pausing to chase an unfortunate cat and finally trotting beyond the eastern gate. A fresh scent tantalized its senses and made an easy trail to follow.
Moirfenn's three sorcerers had chosen to wait before reporting to their twisted master. Formidable as they were, they dreaded encountering their lord as much as the Six did. The sorcerers camped by the ley gate near Cnos Fada. Wards
