Chapter 94
Ignoring Nagarak’s furious protest she dug her sandaled heels in her red mare’s dirty flanks. The animal bounded forward, head tossing. Hekat galloped to the Kingposts and waiting Diablo. “What has happened?” she demanded, hauling the red mare to a rearing halt. “Why do you stand there? Is it Zandakar? Is he—” “No,” he said swiftly. “He is not dead. But Hekat, he has been gravely injured.” Diablo’s face was much thinner than when last she had seen him on the Pinnacle Road, the fever the King put in him had stripped him to the bone. She took deep hard breaths, subduing her terror, it did not help to see the fear in his eyes. “How injured? What happened? Tell me, Diablo, or I swear by the King I will—” “He fell from his pony. Split open his head, broke his leg, and his arm. The Kinghous
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