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.The apparition's eyes flared wide, and he spoke: "You! Again!" Then Pierretteunderstood it was notCernunnos, but a man wearing deer horns and fur."Cunotar!" she hissed.He pushed into the room, followed immediately by men with swords drawn."I'mglad, now, that I didn't leave Entremont.I was at the postern, ready to fetchreinforcements Allobroges and Calvarii, even now on their way.Swift horsesawaited me below, beyond the Roman camp, but.I sensed you.Ismelled the stink of burning oil, and I knew.But how? What magic do youcommand? I will have to find out before I allow you to die.""The stink was your own corruption," Pierrette said, recovering slightly fromthe shock of his entrance to distract him from those trains of thought."Thevery air reeks of it.""Bind her well," the dryade commanded his men."She escaped her fate once, inHeraclea, but not again." Two men pulled her arms behind her back.They flungher to the floor.Coarse-fibered ropes bit into the skin of her wrists."What's this?" Cunotar grated, passing through into the back room, where thetable was laid withPierrette's experiments."Sorcery! We've captured not just a veleda, a seeress, but a witch." He snorted."Thyme and sulfur, fool's gold and dried flowers not much of a sorceress, I'llwarrant.but gag her anyway.There's no sense taking a chance of heruttering some feeble spell."His scornful words turned Pierrette cold.Were they simply bravado or were herefforts so obviously feeble? And was Cunotar a mage as well as a priest? Shehadn't thought so, before.But for him, ten years had elapsed.What had hedone with them? Ten years, under what evil tutelage?Someone stuffed rags in her mouth, and wrapped her head in torn bedclothes.Itimmediately became hot and stifling within, and she had to fight for everybreath.Rough hands lifted her to her feet.file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Douglas,%20L%20Warren%20-.l%20Of%20Tears%20(chunky%20HTML)/0671319973__28.htm (3 of 15)2-1-2007 14:13:20- Chapter 28"Take her to the nemeton." Cunotar's voice was muffled."Leave everything here as it is.I'll studyher magics later."Pierrette tried to keep her feet as the soldiers dragged her down the rough,cobbled streets, but even before she felt the ground rising, approaching theold battlements of the original high city, she felt her bare feet slipping inher own blood.She could hear nothing over the leathery slap of her captors'sandals, the rattle of the double-chain belts that held their scabbards.Itwas almost daylight, and people must be about.Was anyone watching? Kraton?Guihen? Would anyone tell them?She knew when they approached the nemeton by the tangy reek of cedar oil.Shecould imagine the preserved heads peering from their niches in the doorwaycolumns.What did they think? Did they pity her, or welcome another futureaddition to their grisly camaraderie? Muffled as she was, she got no sense ofthem at all."Wait!" she heard Cunotar rasp."Not here.I have unpleasant memories of whatshe did to the nemetonat Heraclea.Put her in a dolium instead, and weight the lid with heavystones." Adolium a huge grainary jar.If Guihen was still free, would he or anyone know wherePage 166 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlto look for her?She felt herself dragged again, facedown, unable to regain her feet.Her kneesbattered against the cobbles, but not for long the granaries were only fortypaces away, adjacent to the big, common ovens that baked the town's bread."Strip her.I don't think she's clever enough to have anything of use secretedin her clothing, but take no chances.When they removed her blindfold, the glare of the grain-court was blinding,but she had no time to adjust to it.Her slit garments were torn from her."You've got more meat on you than I'd have thought,"Cunotar said dryly."A pity no one will be able to enjoy those pert breastsand thighs before your head is separated from them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The apparition's eyes flared wide, and he spoke: "You! Again!" Then Pierretteunderstood it was notCernunnos, but a man wearing deer horns and fur."Cunotar!" she hissed.He pushed into the room, followed immediately by men with swords drawn."I'mglad, now, that I didn't leave Entremont.I was at the postern, ready to fetchreinforcements Allobroges and Calvarii, even now on their way.Swift horsesawaited me below, beyond the Roman camp, but.I sensed you.Ismelled the stink of burning oil, and I knew.But how? What magic do youcommand? I will have to find out before I allow you to die.""The stink was your own corruption," Pierrette said, recovering slightly fromthe shock of his entrance to distract him from those trains of thought."Thevery air reeks of it.""Bind her well," the dryade commanded his men."She escaped her fate once, inHeraclea, but not again." Two men pulled her arms behind her back.They flungher to the floor.Coarse-fibered ropes bit into the skin of her wrists."What's this?" Cunotar grated, passing through into the back room, where thetable was laid withPierrette's experiments."Sorcery! We've captured not just a veleda, a seeress, but a witch." He snorted."Thyme and sulfur, fool's gold and dried flowers not much of a sorceress, I'llwarrant.but gag her anyway.There's no sense taking a chance of heruttering some feeble spell."His scornful words turned Pierrette cold.Were they simply bravado or were herefforts so obviously feeble? And was Cunotar a mage as well as a priest? Shehadn't thought so, before.But for him, ten years had elapsed.What had hedone with them? Ten years, under what evil tutelage?Someone stuffed rags in her mouth, and wrapped her head in torn bedclothes.Itimmediately became hot and stifling within, and she had to fight for everybreath.Rough hands lifted her to her feet.file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Douglas,%20L%20Warren%20-.l%20Of%20Tears%20(chunky%20HTML)/0671319973__28.htm (3 of 15)2-1-2007 14:13:20- Chapter 28"Take her to the nemeton." Cunotar's voice was muffled."Leave everything here as it is.I'll studyher magics later."Pierrette tried to keep her feet as the soldiers dragged her down the rough,cobbled streets, but even before she felt the ground rising, approaching theold battlements of the original high city, she felt her bare feet slipping inher own blood.She could hear nothing over the leathery slap of her captors'sandals, the rattle of the double-chain belts that held their scabbards.Itwas almost daylight, and people must be about.Was anyone watching? Kraton?Guihen? Would anyone tell them?She knew when they approached the nemeton by the tangy reek of cedar oil.Shecould imagine the preserved heads peering from their niches in the doorwaycolumns.What did they think? Did they pity her, or welcome another futureaddition to their grisly camaraderie? Muffled as she was, she got no sense ofthem at all."Wait!" she heard Cunotar rasp."Not here.I have unpleasant memories of whatshe did to the nemetonat Heraclea.Put her in a dolium instead, and weight the lid with heavystones." Adolium a huge grainary jar.If Guihen was still free, would he or anyone know wherePage 166 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlto look for her?She felt herself dragged again, facedown, unable to regain her feet.Her kneesbattered against the cobbles, but not for long the granaries were only fortypaces away, adjacent to the big, common ovens that baked the town's bread."Strip her.I don't think she's clever enough to have anything of use secretedin her clothing, but take no chances.When they removed her blindfold, the glare of the grain-court was blinding,but she had no time to adjust to it.Her slit garments were torn from her."You've got more meat on you than I'd have thought,"Cunotar said dryly."A pity no one will be able to enjoy those pert breastsand thighs before your head is separated from them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]