Chapter ThirteenA Goddess’s Wrath
Barlo pumped his short legs, running as fast as he could manage behind the fleeing rebels and his elf companions toward the edge of the jungle. Golhura loped at his side. He coughed, stirring a cloud of dust from his beard. For all his bluster a few moments before, he had been just as surprised as anyone when the explosion had rocked the city wall. His ears were still ringing, and his legs wobbled beneath him. He shook his head at his own brashness.
I’ve been around Iarion too long. That elf is a bad influence.
He knew he and his companions wouldn’t be in this mess if not for him, but he regretted nothing—at least, not yet, anyway. They had already seen how the Lion Folk treated their slaves. There was no way he could have brought himself to walk away f
