CHAPTER 7THE TOWER OF GLASS
Kellory packed, slung his saddlebags over the cruppers of a hastily purchased pony and rode out of the gates of Novodny into the North. His brain was a seething turmoil of thoughts. If he paused to attempt the rescue of Carthalla, he might miss Duke Almery, who would be riding further north to Grand Khev. And gone would be his best chance of leaguing with the one strong leader in all of Sarkovy who appreciated the peril of the Thungoda, and planned to do something about it.
On the other hand, he could not just abandon the Princess to the nameless fate that awaited her, for all men knew what became of one of Prince Parlion’s playthings when he had tired of his toy…
“Curse the wench!” he snarled, tugging the pony about and clattering up the River Road towards t
