CHAPTER 10THE SHADOWY THING
In the same instant that the Warlock brandished his Staff before the clot of darkness, and drove it fleeing from the actinic glare of his witchfire, the spell that had held the Hawks of Khun bedazed ceased on a sudden. Khun himself shook his head and rubbed his eyes: had even he dozed off, when he should have been alert? Shamad threw himself at the old man’s feet.
“Lord, the Whispering Death has driven mad the sentry, Uruzahn! Lord, we have put him out of his torment!” panted the chieftain.
Irritably, Khun nudged him with one booted toe. It was not a gentle nudge. “What of the Warlock, fool? Speak!”
“The Northman pursues the Death, and the woman pursues the Northman,” stammered Shamad. Khun’s eyes flashed.
“Aha! By the beard of my father, events begin to mo
