Chapter 64
Diablo felt his heart squeeze tight. He had heard about Bajadek’s slaying, who had not? But the warlord’s death was not important now. Hord and Brim, slain in their beds . “You were out of the barracks last night?” With exquisite control she turned slow and steady cartwheels between the long rows of camp-beds. The scorpion amulet round her neck swung to and fro, fracturing shadows. As the stone caught the light something about it tugged at his memory, he could not think why and pushed the thought aside for later. She was beautiful, turning cartwheels. When she was finished she stood before him, fierce and fearless. “The warlord sent to see me. I went to him. We spoke. I returned.” “When did you return?” She shrugged. “The Kingmoon and his wife were in the sky. I paid no closer attentio
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