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Rog lunged for the hand holding the boy, and Kol twisted away. For an instant it looked like Avner's captor would dodge aside and send his attacker plunging over the edge, then Rog caught himself by smashing an elbow into his foe's temple. Kol's eyes rolled back in his head, and his knees buckled. He collapsed backward, the hand clutching his prize still extended, and tumbled headfirst over the edge of the platform. Avner's muffled voice cried out in alarm, the hoisting chains rallied briefly, then Kol's echoing death scream drowned out both sounds.
"Avner!"
Bria
"Kol killer!" Sart threw himself forward, driving his shoulder squarely into the other giant's back.
Rog roared and stumbled forward, one enormous hand scraping at the sheer wall of the cliff as he tried to brace himself. "Stop! Stop!"
Sart's feet continued to pound the floor of the platform, driving Rog back, closer to the edge. Bria
"Rog sorry!" Rog yelled. "Rog share!"
With a final, thunderous grunt, Sart shoved the other giant toward the edge. Rog's terrified voice rumbled through the entire platform, then, arms flailing wildly, he followed Kol into the valley below.
Sart stared after Rog only until a distant crash echoed up from the bottom of the cliff. Then, his breath coming in great gusts of foul-smelling wind, he turned back to Bria
"Now Sart take you to Noote," he said, a rapacious grin on his lips. "Get horses for himself."
As the peasant's wagon trundled across Earls Bridge, a chorus of trumpets echoed from the summit of Castle Hartwick's lofty ramparts. A sonorous thud sounded from inside the walls, then the gates began to creak open.
"Stop here and let me out," ordered Earl Wendel. The earl issued the command from the bed of the peasant's wagon, where he lay with two of his unconscious fellows. The other seven survivors of the ogre ambush waited in more carts back at the guardhouse, where the sentries had halted them for fear of overloading the bridge. "I won't meet my king in an oxcart."
The peasant halted the wagon as ordered. "You shouldn't be walking, milord," he protested. "Your wounds are too serious."
"I think I can make fifty paces." Wendel could not quite keep the sarcasm out of his voice, for his two arrow wounds, one in the shoulder and the other in the thigh, had not stopped him from dragging one of his fellows out of the mountains on a sledge of pine branches.
The earl climbed down from the wagon and limped toward the gate, where he saw Gavorial's enormous face glaring out at him.
"Where's Tavis?" demanded the stone giant.
"We don't have him," Wendel replied.
"Why not?" The muffled question came from behind Gavorial, but that did not stop Wendel from recognizing the voice as Camden's. "Did you kill him?"
"No, Your Highness."
Gavorial abruptly retreated from the gateway, then the king himself came storming onto the bridge, his chamberlain and young queen, Celia of Dunsany, trailing close behind. Wendel stopped a few paces in front of the oxcart to wait for his liege.
Upon reaching the earl, Camden demanded, "If you didn't kill Tavis Burdun, what are you doing here?" The circles beneath the king's eyes were as dark as charcoal, and his lower lip was bloody and chapped from constant biting. "Where is he?"
"Somewhere beyond the Needle Peak glacier by now," Wendel replied, alarmed by Camden's demeanor. Only a madman would be more worried about avenging his wounded pride than his kidnapped daughter. "He saved us from an ogre ambush, then promised to surrender on his own-after Morten helped him rescue Bria
An angry light flashed in the king's eyes. "You allowed that?"
"We had no choice." Wendel motioned to his wounded fellows in the oxcart. "None of us could stand at the time."
Camden glared at the wagon for several moments, his expression growing as dark as a mountain storm. Suddenly, he looked back to Wendel.
"You can stand now? " he yelled.
The king shoved Wendel hard, sending him crashing to the ground at the feet of the peasant's ox.
"Go back and do as I commanded!"
The queen, a golden-haired girl standing barely up to Camden's elbow, placed herself between Wendel and the king.
"Please, milord. Earl Wendel and these other men have already suffered much on your behalf." As Celia spoke, she kept her eyes fixed on Camden's feet, clearly frightened to look her own husband in the eye. "You're being unreasonable."
"Unreasonable!" Camden roared.
Celia grimaced, but nodded. "Aye," she said. "These men need to rest-and to see Simon."
The king scowled at her, then stepped past the quivering peasant to peer at the unconscious figures in the back of the wagon. "So they do."
Suddenly, Camden's voice seemed as gentle as a meadow breeze. Wendel found the abrupt mood change more frightening than he had the king's anger.
"They'll stay at Castle Hartwick until they recover," the king declared. He seemed to grow thoughtful, then added, "And I'll have to do something else about Tavis Burdun, won't I?"
Celia breathed a sigh of relief. She reached down and took Wendel's arm, helping him to his feet. "Please forgive him," she whispered. "The strain has affected his temper."
"It's affected more than his temper," Wendel replied, eyeing the king nervously.
"Ssshhh!" Celia hissed. "There's no telling what he'll do if he hears you."
But there was no danger of that, Wendel saw.
Camden had already turned to face his nervous chamberlain. "Bjordrek, do you think Noote is home by now?"
The chamberlain nodded. "M-most certainly," he said. "He left the day after Bria
"Good. Needle Peak isn't far from Gray Wolf lands." Camden grabbed his chamberlain by the shoulders and shoved him toward the gate. "Go and tell Simon to prepare one of his message birds. I must ask Noote to do something for me." * 14* The FIR Palace
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"Go," Sart urged. "Noote way down there."
The giant thrust his arm over their heads, pointing. The air was so murky that Bria
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