For nearly a quarter-hour the two Cro-Magnards fled through the black
labyrinth of Ammad's streets, twisting and turning to throw off pursuit.
Twice they encountered patrols from other estates along their erratic
pathway, but an arrow or two from Tharn's deadly bow drove them off.
Finally the two men slowed to a walk, their feet soundless against the
stone surface of a narrow street between two walls in which no gates
were visible. For the moment at least, it appeared their hunters had
lost them, thus giving them a chance to gauge their present position.
Judging from the way this particular street slanted upward ahead of them
they were on one of Ammad's hills. Further along a huge building loomed
against the night sky from squarely across their path--a building larger
and higher than any they had seen thus far.
"Dylara is back there," Trakor said abruptly.
Tharn nodded without looking around. "I know," he said simply. "We must
find some place to hole up until another night comes. Then I am going
back for her."
"We were close to getting away--Dylara and I," Trakor said ruefully. "We
were on the verge of stepping out into the open when I heard the guards
attacking you."
"You were that close to freedom?" Tharn asked, surprised.
Briefly Trakor recounted what had taken place in Vokal's palace. When he
had finished, Tharn shook his head in savage disgust. "That makes the
second time she was almost within arm's reach of me! I suppose by this
time they have her again and she is locked away."
"Perhaps," Trakor admitted. "When I saw who it was Vokal's guards were
after, I gave her my knife and she crawled under one of the tables to
wait for us until we had killed the guards and could come back to get
her." He laughed shortly, bitterly. "We _would_ have killed them, Tharn,
if so many hadn't come to their aid."
"It is always thus," the cave lord said philosophically. "Tomorrow night
we shall try again."
* * * * *
While talking, they continued on up the steep rise. Now their way was
blocked by the wall they had glimpsed a few moments before. A narrow
roadway skirted its base in two directions, and to the right, several
hundred yards distant, they could make out the faint yellow rays of a
lantern above a recessed gate.
"What now?" Trakor asked shortly.
Tharn shrugged. "A tree with foliage so thick none can see us. Judging
from the size of the building beyond this wall, its grounds should
contain many trees. Let us enter and see if we can find one large enough
for our purpose."
Trakor glanced doubtfully up at the wall's edge fully fifteen feet from
the ground. "Do we go over it or through one of the gates?"
"Over it. We dare not risk arousing the guards."
"How can we reach its top?"
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