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pierced with an arrow. Vanx winced as the shaft sunk deep and was strangely satisfied with his earlier assessment that the guards were wearing leather armor instead of fine chain under their robes. The thought reminded him that he wasn’t wearing any armor at all. He didn’t even have a weapon. He urged the young haulkatten out of the camp and found the rocky crag he’d spied earlier. He half expected to be given away by the guard Captain Moyle had posted there. Instead, he found the guard face down, rasping for breath, with a deep sword wound across his back.
    Vanx felt no mercy for the guardsmen. If the man had been alert and doing his duty, he wouldn’t be dying in a puddle of his own blood. Vanx slid down off the haulkatten and gave the nervous animal a reassuring pat on the flank. The dying guard’s armor was far too big for Vanx, but there was a decent-looking bow with half a quiver of arrows, and a bone-handled dagger. Vanx wasted no time rolling the man over and arming himself. He pulled the man’s belt off, buckled it, and put it over his head and shoulder bandolier style. If he survived, he would have to make a new hole, for the belt was nearly long enough to wrap his waist twice.
    As he climbed back up into the haulkatten’s saddle he thought he heard Gallarael scream again. The sound could have been a man’s dying call or a lusty battle howl from a troll, though. Either way, it sounded enough like Gallarael that he abandoned his intentions of just leaving the scene. He wanted to go, but couldn’t find the cold detachment it would take to leave her to her fate. With a huff of disgust at himself for being so weak, he heeled his katten around and headed back into the fray.
    It wasn’t hard to find her. She was still struggling to get herself out from under her protector’s corpse. The cooking body of the whip-happy slaver smelled oddly like a feast. His clothes were on fire now, lighting the area like a beacon. To Vanx’s dismay he saw that there were two guards on top of Gallarael. One heaved the corpse away and both he and Gallarael stood at the same time.
    Obviously thinking that he could just commandeer the haulkatten from Vanx, the guard drew his sword. Vanx met his gaze down the shaft of a drawn arrow, freezing the guard in a state of determined confusion.
    “Climb up behind me, Gallarael,” Vanx commanded softly. “There are trolls about.” To punctuate the statement, a troll was suddenly running at them. In the span of a heartbeat, Vanx loosed the arrow he had drawn, hit the beast right in its heart, and drew another arrow.
    “You’ll save Trevin, too,” she said with pleading eyes. “He’s a good man.”
    “A good man pointing a sword at me.” Vanx suddenly lifted his aim again and loosed an arrow that passed a finger’s breadth above the guard’s head. Behind them, a troll crashed to the ground and howled out in pain. The guard tried to seize the moment and charged. The young haulkatten moved its big head in the way in an attempt to protect its rider, but it was unnecessary; Vanx already had another arrow nocked and aimed.
    “Stop it, Trev.” Gallarael stepped up to the soldier. “Your blade, please.”
    Apparently the trolls had gotten hold of the bandit archers; even so, Vanx had no desire to stay there. A glance at Gallarael’s pleading expression broke him. A moment later the young haulkatten was carrying him, Trevin, and Gallarael into the darkness surrounding the lower foothills.

    Captain Moyle caught a glimpse of them as they faded into the dancing shadows thrown by Amden Gore’s sizzling body. Moyle was smart enough to stay put, though. He knew that the trolls were still feeding on the numerous corpses but would stop to kill him if they saw him. In his day he had seen the aftermaths of many a troll attack. If he and the apprentice boy stayed still in the tent, the trolls would most likely eat their fill and move on. He hoped he could track down a horse or a haulkatten