I had forgotten about Hain, who was shouting and rattling his chains. I tried to ignore him, listening for Findhorn's footsteps in the dark.
Something rattled of the wall nearby and rolled on the ground. A bottle? Who was throwing bottles? I flinched as something crashed near my head, and a splinter of smashed glass flicked my arm. Fighting my fear, I remained still. Findhorn or maybe McAra was trying to locate me.
'My Lord!' Hain was bellowing again. There were quick footsteps beside me, and somebody grabbed my arm. I jerked it free and swung sideways with the pistol, without any contact. A light flared a few feet away, and I saw McAra's pale face and staring blue eyes, and then the light died, and we were alone and wrestling desperately in the dark. I knew I was fighting for my life.
