Having just survived a vicious attack, Dreibrand contemplates a new threat to his realm...
He
dug the grave himself. The physical exertion provided his anxiety with
an outlet. While the men gathered stones for the cairn, Dreibrand
recalled the image of the male creature who had loomed in front of him.
His weapon had been refined and beautiful but the being had been a wiry
wild thing and naked except for a primitive bit of covering. This killer
born of the Tabren was powerful, vicious, and utterly intimidating.
As
Dreibrand shaped the grave, he wondered if Nufal’s haunted past had
coalesced into a monster. The sable creature that had confronted him was
the incarnation of every strange noise in the night. It made real every
tingle of superstitious fear, and Dreibrand believed that it threatened
everything that he loved.
After
they buried Pel Ton, Dreibrand kept a vigil at the trailhead. For the
first time in his life, he envied Shan’s power and wished that he were a
rys so that he could send his mind over the land and find his friend.
Repeating Shan’s name in his head, Dreibrand clasped the warding crystal
on his sword and hoped that Shan would answer him—that Shan could
answer him.
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