CHAPTER 1GREEN EYES
From the gates of Grand Khev the road stretches east across the open grassy plains of Sarkovy to the mountains. From thence, it twists and crawls like a dusty gray serpent through the foothills, rising ever higher and higher to the Arul Pass. It was there, at the height of the pass, that Carthalla came to the end of her strength and fell to her knees in the sharp stones.
All day she had run behind the shaggy, horned ponies of her captors. It was soon after dawn that the Thungoda war party had attacked the company of a dozen knights her father had sent to escort her on her way. The ugly little men in greasy furs had lain hidden in the tall grasses. They rose to their feet, loosing a shower of barbed arrows on the astonished knights, and sprang howling upon them, pullin
