Leftie drew his sword and lunged towards a black-clad figure just entering the clearing. Fero had a long sword in one hand and a dagger in the other. He parried both men, but they were good swordsmen. Then Bramble bit the thigh of Leftie's right leg and hamstrung him. He went down like a sack of potatoes and Fero finished him with one thrust. The other man, seeing what had happened, took to his heels.
'Get him, Bramble.' Fero growled at the dog, and the animal took off after Number Two. Then he approached Randa who was still lying on the ground with her trousers unlaced.
'Did they…?' Fero could not bring himself to say the word.
Randa shook her head. She was trembling and sobbing.
'They were going to, then they were going to sell me to a brothel. One spoke a bit of Grosmerian and he to
