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By the light of smoky lanterns, they recognised their captors’ burgundy uniforms. The Archgoblin’s men had caught up with them. They also recognised another uglier goblin in the doorway. Adam looked accusingly at Emily. “I told you a crocodile was more trustworthy,” he said even as the Highland goblin chief snatched his payment, a sizeable bag of gold, from the Archgoblin’s captain.
They didn’t have time to insult the treacherous goblin, for they were bundled roughly downstairs and out onto the street. Hoisted onto a horse in front of a guard, they left Trow Town just as the first c***s began to crow and daylight broke. Each of them weighed up the situation: twenty mounted guards with swords and Blitz’s reins in a goblin rider’s hands. They were heading back to the Citadel across coun
