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.The men whirled about, pawing at the arrows embedded between their shoulder blades."Just out of reach, just above the heart," murmured Vhenlar with admiration.It was an astonishing feat of skill.Even more remarkable was the range at which the shot had been made.Not even a crossbow-fired arrow could have taken the guards with a level shot.To reach the humans at all, the elves had had to shoot upward at a sharp angle, trusting that the arrows would fall in precisely the right place.Before he had time to marvel at this feat of marksmanship, the unseen elves' purpose became apparent.The elf maid, suddenly freed, seized a hand-axe from the belt of one of the distracted men and with one fierce blow severed the chain that tethered her.At once a second barrage of arrows exploded from the forest and took all three of her tormentors through their throats.She nimbly dodged their falling bodies and ran like a deer for the trees.Instinctively Vhenlar dropped the elf bow and snapped his loaded crossbow up into place.Before he could bring down the elf maid, Bunlap seized his wrist."Fool! You'll give away our position!""And she won't?" Vhenlar retorted.For once Bunlap had no argument.He released the archer's wrist and nodded grimly.Vhenlar pulled the crossbow's trigger.The arrow streaked toward the fleeing girl, and though she was at the outermost edge of his range, he saw his aim would be good.But while the arrow was still hurtling downward toward the elf maid's back, an answering flash came from the forest's edge.There was a sudden bright spark, clearly visible against the darkening forest, as Vheniar's steel arrowhead met one of stone.Both arrows fell to the ground, and the elf maid disappeared into the trees."Bane's dark blood," the archer swore in an awed tone.Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed any mortal being could shoot accurately enough to hit an arrow in flight, point-to-point.Bunlap seemed to be having similar thoughts, for he edged away from the open window.He cupped his hands to his mouth and bellowed instructions to the men below.The guards unchained the captured elves and, holding them as shields, began to drag them back behind the barn."Lot of good that will do," Vhenlar muttered."Elves are small; there's still too much human target exposed.Those elven archers could put a bolt through a hummingbird's eye!""So we might lose a few guards," the captain returned coldly."What of it? Enough men remain to bring the captives out of range-and out of sight.The wild elves won't stand and fight, but we'll give them something to think about.Every now and again we'll cut one of their womenfolk.They can sit there and enjoy the music while we kill off their people, bit by bit, or they can leave the shelter of the trees."The archer responded with a derisive sniff."An easy choice for them to make, is that what you^ think?" inquired Bunlap."Mark me: that fox-haired elf will come.Hells' dungeons-I'd come, if for no other reason than to take up the gauntlets weVe been leaving all over the forest!"But more than that, he wants me," the mercenary captain continued with dark satisfaction."I've looked into that elf s eyes.He's the sort who likes to think of himself as a noble leader, but deep down he's the same as I am.For both of us, this has become personal."The elven maiden stumbled into the forest and into the wailing arms of Tamara Oakstaff, the only female in the war party.The young fighter steadied the child, then held her out at arm's length.Tamara's expert gaze slid over the girl, measuring her hurts.These were many and considerable: welts and gashes dealt by the whip, skin rubbed into raw, angry wounds by rusted chains, a frail body weakened by lack of food and water and rest.There were unseen hurts, too, apparent only to Tamara's fey eyes.For a moment the elf woman flinched away from the terrors the child had endured.But any thought of pity died when Tamara's gaze reached the girl's fierce eyes.The older female nodded approval.This one would not only survive, but fight!"Give the little hawk some water," she said with a smile, "and then give her a bow and quiver!"But the elf maid waved away both and pointed to the retreating humans."Too late for that," she said.“They are beyond range," Foxfire agreed
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