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."Go ahead and clear the way," Brianna whispered."I'll deal with you after the battle."The princess grabbed the hand axe dropped by the ogre that had been bearing her, then hurled it at Runolf's foe.The weapon flew straight and true, skimming just over the traitor's head to bury itself deep into the breast of its target.The brute's eyes opened wide, and his hands dropped to his side.Runolf finished the warrior quickly, driving his sword up through the heart.Pulling his sword free, the traitor looked at Brianna,who was charging toward him at a dead run.For a moment, Runolf did not seem to know quite what to do.He raised his sword, as if preparing to fight, then he shook his head and stood aside."Hurry," he called, waving at her."Goboka's free."The shaman's deep voice rumbled down from the ravine, uttering the guttural name of his wicked patron, the god Vaprak.Brianna cringed but did not look back, knowing what the invocation meant.Until now, Goboka had been too busy fighting mountain lions to use his shaman's magic, but that had changed.Runolf's mouth fell open."Stronmaus save us!" The traitor took an involuntary step backward, then caught himself and rushed toward Brianna."Milady, forgive me." he called."Had the decision been mine, I wouldn't have betrayed you."Brianna started to demand whose choice it was, but a' half dozen mountain lions bounded past her.For an instant, the princess did not understand what was happening—then she noticed the dark blood streaking their coats, and the gruesome wounds in their bodies.Goboka had raised her allies from the dead and turned them to his own will.One lion threw itself on Runolf's sword, tearing the blade from his hand with its momentum.The rest of the zombie beasts fell on the traitor in a pack, tearing him apart with eerie calm.There were no snarls or any sound at all, save for the cracking of bones and the sick, wet sound of tearing flesh.Clutching her amulet in one hand, Brianna spun around to face Goboka.The princess was too late to cast a spell, for the last of the undead mountain lions had already sprung into the air.The thing crashed into her body with a tremendous blow, forcing the air from her lungs and knocking her off her feet.The lion landed with its paws pinning her to the ground, then closed its cold teeth around her throat.It bore down until its fangsjust broke the skin and little rivulets of blood dribbled down her neck."Not speak," ordered Goboka's voice."Lion tear out throat."Brianna obeyed.She listened in terrified silence as the shaman's heavy feet scraped down the ravine and stomped toward her, knowing that she could do nothing except hold very still and wait for Goboka's wrath.The shaman kneeled at Brianna's side, then reached under the mountain lion.He slipped a filthy talon down her breast and hooked it under Hiatea's amulet, then broke the silver chain and pulled the blood-flecked necklace from around her neck."Nasty magic."The shaman tossed her amulet aside, then pushed the dead beast off the princess.He summoned one of the survivors of the ambush, then said something in their own guttural tongue that made the warrior's purple eyes widen.The brute picked Brianna up and tucked her under his arm with such force that she feared he would crack her ribs.Goboka grunted his approval, then went over and sat down cross-legged among the scattered remains of the traitor."Bad man," he said."Get what he deserve."The shaman grabbed an arm and began to eat.The BoRdeR MountainsA small hand tugged gently on Tavis's cape."I see Morten and the earls down in the valley," came Avner's hushed voice."We'd better go.""In a minute," Tavis replied, not bothering to look down the mountainside.The boy's news was no surprise to him.After raising Bear Driller to the king, the scout would have been shocked only if Camden had failed to send someone after them."As long as you can see them, we have plenty of time."Tavis and his companions stood just below timberline, on a windy shelf of tundra where they had come across a smoldering funeral pyre.Thin ribbons of greasy, rancid smoke still curled up from the scorched bones, vanishing into the gray dawn like the last vestiges of departing spirits.The skeletons were so large that a raven had crawled inside one rib cage to peck at the charred remains of a heart, while the femurs were the size of verbeeg clubs.The skulls were brutish and huge, with sloping foreheads, massive brows, and jutting jaws with long, curved tusks.Some of the heads even had the charred remnants of topknots clinging to their crowns."They're ogres," Tavis announced.As he spoke, the scout's eye fell on a shoulder blade lying near the base of the pile.It was much smaller than the others, and the fire had not cracked or scorched it nearly as much."At least most of them are."Tavis picked up the scapula.There were several long gouges in it suggesting that an ogre had used his tusks to scrape the meat off the bone."Whose was that?" Avner gasped.Both the boy'sstolen gelding and Blizzard stood behind him, their nostrils flaring at the acrid stench of the charred bones."Brianna's?"Tavis's heart began to pound, but he tried to remain calm."I can't tell from a single bone," he said."But it's clearly too small to have been an ogre.""Then perhaps we should concentrate on our own escape," suggested Basil."There's nothing we Can do for Brianna now.""We don't know that." Tavis's voice was sharper than he intended."The bone might belong to someone else.""What makes you believe that?" Basil asked."Every now and then, I've noticed partial tracks of what looks like a soft-soled shoe or boot," Tavis replied."The ogres have been sticking to hard ground and the sole is smooth, so the print doesn't reveal much—not even the size or shape of the foot.But I do know this: ogres don't wear shoes.""The tracks could belong to the princess," Basil suggested."Or they could belong to the spy who betrayed her," Tavis countered
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