CHAPTER 10THE WEB OF DARKNESS
When the second contingent of guardsmen came into the chamber, they found a lone man holding at bay two of their number, one who sprawled groaning on the floor, nursing his burnt hand, while the other stood with brandished steel, unwilling or unable to charge the Warlock.
With their number joined to him, however, they would be able to rush the lean black sorcerer from all sides at once, one sword-stroke diverting his attention from another. They fell into precise line, like the well-disciplined palace troops they were, and advanced upon Kellory with measured stride.
“Cut the blackguard down,” panted Prince Parlion, licking thin lips. “But do not harm the wench!”
The cool night air from the moonlit gardens had partially aroused the Sarkovy girl from her dru
