the dark girl on his saddle-bow.鈥濃�淗ow far away is he, Dara?鈥濃�淧erhaps a bow-shot. He rides slowly.鈥濃<br>�淲hen I ride out, close in behind me. The fight will ugg boots sale be between me and Tibur. I do not think those with him will dare attack me. If they do . . .鈥漀aral laughed.鈥淚f they do, we shall be at their <br>throats, Dwayanu. There are one or two of Tibur鈥檚 friends I would like to settle accounts with. We ask you only this: waste neither words nor time on Tibur. Kill him quickly. For by the gods, if he <br>kills you, it will be the boiling pot and the knives of the flayers for all of us he captures.鈥濃�淚 will kill him, Naral.鈥漇lowly I opened the great door. Now I could see Tibur, his horse pacing <br>toward the bridge-end. Upon the pommel of his saddle was Evalie. Her body drooped; the hair of blue-black was loosened and covered her face like a veil. Her ugg boots cheap hands were tied behind her back, and <br>gripped in one of Tibur鈥檚. There were a score of his followers around and behind him, nobles 鈥?and the majority of them men. I had noticed that although the Witch-woman had few men among her <br>guards and garrisons, the Smith showed a preference for them among his friends and personal escort. His head was turned toward them, his voice, roaring with triumph, and his laughter came plainly to <br>me. By now the enclosure was almost empty of soldiers and captives. There was none between us. I wondered ugg boots where the Witch-woman was.Closer came Tibur, and closer.鈥淩eady Dara 鈥?Naral?鈥濃�淩eady, <br>Lord!鈥滻 flung open cheap ugg boots the gate. I raced toward Tibur, head bent low, my little troop behind me. I swung against him with head uplifted, thrust my face close to his.Tibur鈥檚 whole body grew rigid, his <br>eyes glared into mine, his jaw dropped. I knew that those who followed him were held in that same incredulous stupefaction. Before the Smith could recover from his paralysis, I had snatched Evalie up <br>from his saddle, had passed her to Dara.I lifted my sword to slash at Tibur鈥檚 throat. I gave him no warning. It was no time for chivalry. Twice he had tried treacherously to kill me. I would make <br>quick end.Swift as had been my stroke, the Smith was swifter. He threw himself back, slipped off his horse, and landed like a cat at its heels. I was down from mine before his great sledge was half-<br>raised to hurl. I thrust my blade forward to pierce his throat. He parried it with the sledge. Then berserk rage claimed him. The hammer fell clanging on the rock. He threw himself on me, howling. His <br>arms circled me, fettering mine to my sides, like living bands of steel. His legs felt for mine, striving to throw me. His lips were drawn back like a mad wolf鈥檚, and he bored his head into the pit <br>of my neck, trying to tear my throat with his teeth.My ribs cracked under the tightening vice of Tibur鈥檚 arms. My lungs were labouring, sight dimming. I writhed and twisted in the effort cheap uggs to escape <br>the muzzling of that hot mouth and the searching fangs.I heard shouting around me, heard and dimly saw milling of the horses. The clutching fingers of my left hand touched my girdle 鈥?closed on <br>something there 鈥?something like the shaft of a javelin 鈥擳ibur鈥檚 hell-forged dart!Suddenly I went limp in Tibur鈥檚 grip. His laughter bellowed, hoarse with triumph. And for a split-second his <br>grip relaxed.That split-second was enough. I summoned all my strength and broke his grip. Before he could clench me again, my hand had swept down into the girdle and clutched the dart.I brought it up <br>and drove it into Tibur鈥檚 throat just beneath his jaw. I jerked the haft. The opened, razor-edged flanges sliced through arteries and muscles. The bellowing laughter of Tibur changed to a hideous <br>gurgling. His hands sought the haft, dragged at it 鈥?tore it out 鈥?And the blood spurted from Tibur鈥檚 mangled throat; Tibur鈥檚 knees buckled beneath him, and he lurched and fell at my feet . ugg outlet . . <br>choking . . . his hands still feebly groping to clutch me . . . .I stood there, dazed, gasping for breath, the pulse roaring in my ears.鈥淒rink this. Lord!鈥滻 looked up at Dara. She was holding a <br>wine-skin to me. I took it with trembling hands, and drank deep. The good wine whipped through me. Suddenly I took it from my lips.鈥淭he dark girl of the Rrrllya 鈥?Evalie. She is not with you.鈥濃�<br>淭here she is. I set her on another horse.
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