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. Now all those men lay in their graves. At last,
Gorath's lone companion had been this woman he held
captive. How dare Meadow desert him and leave him
completely alone!
Pulling in his huge belly, his head pounding, Gorath
knelt to examine the heavy chain that had kept Meadow
attached to an iron post even when she slept. It had been
severed by a sharp weapon, probably a sword. Meadow had
an accomplice, another person who had betrayed him!
Gorath reasoned that the trespasser had been Starglow,
the tribesman for whom Meadow had pined during her
torturous term of captivity. The barbarian smiled slyly. It
would give him great pleasure to kill Starglow while
Meadow looked on. He sheathed his sword. "Revenge! I
want revenge!" he thundered as he stormed from the tent.
The lovers' trail led north toward Solace. It was easy to
follow because they were traveling on foot and were too
hurried to attempt deception. Without stopping to rest or
water his horse, Gorath rode at full gallop over rocky roads,
treacherous mountain paths, and overgrown trails where
sharp spines ripped into his steed's flesh. The poor beast
finally collapsed under Gorath's great weight, unable to
endure the punishing journey or its master's whip any
longer
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