CHAPTER 4THE RIDE TO BLACK RIVER
The sun was high in the noonward sky before Kellory would turn aside to break their fast and rest a little. They had ridden all morning on the shaggy little horn-horses Kellory had tethered in the pass. These were the horses of the Thungoda war party from whom he had rescued Carthalla yesterday at sunset: but the Thungoda would ride them no more.
When they set out, he had explained the mission whereon he was bound. Once (he said), ages ago, there had been a mighty magician by the name of Yaohim. “Lord of Shadows,” his name meant, in the Old Tongue, for he alone possessed mastery of a secret art. This art he had used once against the Sea Devils when they had come thundering down Turisan River to loot and ravage and burn.
Carthalla had heard vaguely of the
