Jarl Corvett cursed aloud. It was beyond the believing.
Yet if it were true....
A chill shook Jarl. Where did loyalty lie, in man or duty?
Especially if that duty were only to a dream, the way of the raider....
He could find no answer. Savagely, he kicked a whimpering bok from his path and pushed on through the darkness.
And Sais ... what of her? Would he find her waiting, or vanished? What would she say? How could he tell her?
Tight-jawed, head down, he hurried on the faster.
Then, at last, he was striding out into the Place of the Raiders ... crossing the open court to his own quarters.
He tried the door.
It was locked. Angrily, he beat on it with a heavy fist.