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a witch unknowing."

But Rod didn't answer. He was gazing about him with


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every sense open, alert for the slightest thing out of place,
his awareness widening to encompass the whole of the glen,
the patterns of light that the sunset painted on the shrubbery,

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the rustling of leaves, the whisper of leather, and the slight
chink of metal behind him...

He whirled about, sword whipping out; the pike smashed
past his shoulder and into the ground. "Look out!" he cried,
but even as Gwen turned, another cudgel cracked into her
skull. She crumpled, and Rod howled with rage, full ber-
serker madness. The glade about him seemed to darken with
the hue of blood. He bellowed as he leaped forward, chop-
ping with a sword that burst into flame. His opponent leaped
back, eyes alight and wary, but without fear.

His buddies closed in from three sides. Rod knew there
was one behind him, too, and he let a glance of his rage
dart backward. Flame burst, and somebody screamed. Rod
parried a blow from the center man while he glared at the
thug to his left. The man slammed back against a tree and
slumped to the ground, but the man to his right stepped in,
and swung down hard. A crack echoed through Rod's head,
filling the world with pain. Through the red mist, he felt
himself swaying. He swung his arm with the movement,
slashing, and the thug fell back with a howl, a red line
beginning to widen across his cheek. But Rod had forgotten
his back; rope hissed and burned across his neck, and yanked
his feet out from under him. A soft body plummeted against
him, knocking the breath out of him. Then they were drag-
ging, bumping, over rough ground, and he realized, dazed,
that the body was Gwen. He howled and slashed at the net
around them, but his sword caught in the ropes. He tugged
at it in fury, hearing somebody call, "We have them! NowтАФ
heave! Two meters more!"

Rod struggled frantically to get his feet under him. What-
ever lay at the end of those two meters, he wasn't going to
like.