Chapter Forty-NineThe Tide Turns
Iarion and Barlo ran for the shelter of the forest. Iarion could make out the shapes of archers in the trees. A terrible scream split the air. He didn’t dare look back.
Beside him, Barlo yanked at the thong that held the tusks around his neck, throwing them to the ground as he ran. They would be of no further use now.
Iarion heard elven voices raised in a chant. The words were muffled by the distance. Although he could not understand them, he heard them reach some sort of climax. What did it mean?
Light burst across the sky overhead. The sudden appearance of the rising sun caused Iarion’s eyes to water. Something had happened to the cloud he and Barlo had seen hovering over the dark army’s camp. More piercing screams followed. The sense of dread he had
