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“We’re talking about a guy that fended off your crescent blade, after
     all.”
    While Kyle glared at the second oldest, Nolt’s eyes glimmered. “A horse—I wouldn’t
     have thought it possible.”
    Kyle was at a loss for words. Sure enough, the sound of iron-shod hoofs came from
     the depths of the same forest from which the two brothers had just emerged. “It was
     no problem for us because we knew a shortcut. But that son of a bitch . . . ”
    Just as the two were exchanging glances, a horse and rider appeared from part of the
     forest below them, knifing through the darkness. Making a smooth break for the road,
     the figure struck them as being darker than the blackness.
    “It’s him all right,” said Nolt.
    “He ain’t getting away,” Kyle shot back.
    There was a loud smack at the flanks of the pair’s mounts, and hoofs were soon kicking
     up the sod.
    With intense energy, they pursued the black-clad silhouette. The way he raced, he
     seemed a demon of the night, almost impossible to catch.
    “We got orders from Borgoff. Don’t try nothing funny.” Nolt’s voice flew at Kyle’s
     back, about a horse-length ahead
    of him.
    They couldn’t have D getting ahead of them, but, even if it looked like that might
     happen, they weren’t to do anything rash. Borgoff had ordered them not to attack in
     the sternest tone they’d ever heard from him.
    But for all that, the flames of malice burned out of control in Kyle’s breast. It
     wasn’t simply that he had the wildest and most atrocious nature of all his siblings.
     His lethal crescent blade attack had been warded off by D. For a young man with faith
     in strength alone, that humiliation was intolerable. What he felt toward D surpassed
     hatred, becoming nothing less than pure, murderous intent.
    Kyle’s right hand went for the crescent blade at his waist.
    However . . . the two of them couldn’t believe their eyes. They just couldn’t catch
     up.
    They should have been closing the gap on the horse and rider who didn’t seem to be
     going any faster than they were, but weren’t they in fact rapidly falling farther
     and farther behind?
    “Sonuvabitch!” Kyle screamed. Even as he put more power behind the kicks to his horse,
     his foe still dashed away, the tail of his black coat fluttering in the breeze he
     left. In no time at all, he shrunk to the size of a pea and vanished from their field
     of view. “Dammit. Goddamn freak!”
    Giving up and bringing his horse to a halt, Kyle trained his flaming pupils on the
     point in the road that had swallowed the shadowy figure.
    “We ride all night, only to have this happen in the end . . . ” Nolt said bitterly.
     “From the looks of it, we’re never gonna catch up to him by normal means. Let’s wait
     here for Borgoff to show up.”
    —
    III
    —
    Around him, the wind swirled.
    His hair streamed out, and the wide brim of the traveler’s hat seemed to flow like
     ink. The silver flecks crumbling dreamlike against his refined brow and graceful nose
     were moonlight. Though the air already wore a tinge of blue, the moonlight reflected
     in his gaze shone as brightly as in the blackest of nights. While it was possible
     for a specially modified cyborg horse to gallop at an average speed of about sixty
     miles per hour, the speed of this horse put that to shame.
    What could you say about a rider who could work such magic on the kind of standard
     steed you might find anywhere?
    The road dwindled into the distant flatness of the plain.
    Without warning, the rider pulled back on the reins. The horse’s forequarters twisted
     hard to the right, while the sudden stop by the forelegs kicked up gravel and dirt.
     This rather intense method of braking was not so much mesmerizing as it was mildly
     unsettling. Once again, the moonlight fell desolately on the rider’s shoulders and
     back.
    Without a sound, the black-clad figure dismounted. Bending down, he patiently scrutinized
     lines in the dirt and