CHAPTER SEVEN
Kepta's Trap
Thrala arose to face them. Forgetting the disguise he wore, Garin drew back, chilled by her icy demeanor. But Dandtan sprang forward and caught her in his arms. She struggled madly until she saw the face beneath her captor's hood, and then she gave a cry of delight and her arms were about his neck.
"Dandtan!"
He smiled. "Even so. But it is the outlander's doing."
She came to the American, studying his face. "Outlander? So cold a name is not for you, when you have served us so." She offered him her hands and he raised them to his lips.
"And how are you named?"
Dandtan laughed. "Thus the eternal curiosity of women!"
"Garin."