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"Durnikl" Aunt Pol shouted "Get away!"

But the sain, and the Grolim slid senseless froed "What do you think you're doing?"

"He was attacking you, Mistress Pol," Durnik explained, his eyes still hot

"Get down off that horse"

He slid down

"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?" she demanded "He could have killed you"

"I will protect you, Mistress Pol," Durnik replied stubbornly "I'ician, but I won't let anybody try to hurt you"

Her eyes widened in surprise for an instant, then narrowed, then softened Garion, who had known her froes of e she suddenly ereat, cluain - never! You ale lump in his throat and saw the brief, sly smile that flickered across Mister Wolf's face

A peculiar change had co the sides of the course Several of the around with the amazed expressions of men who had just been roused froht Sir Oltorain struggled to rise

"Nay, ently back down "Thou wilt do thyself injury"

"What have we done?" the baron groaned, his face anguished

Mister Wolf dismounted and knelt beside the injured man

"It wasn't your fault," he infor He twisted your asped, his face growing pale

Wolf nodded "He's not really a Murgo, but a Groliain, glancing at the unconscious Grolihts He looked back at Wolf "We have ways of dealing with sorcerers," he said grimly "We will use the occasion to celebrate the end of our unnatural war This Grolim sorcerer hath cast his last enchantment"

"Good," Wolf replied with a bleak s as he shifted his broken leg, "in ayus to our senses?"

"That peace hath been restored is reward enough," Mandorallen replied somewhat pompously, "for, as all the world knows, I alanced once at Lelldorin lying nearby on the ground in his litter, and a thought seemed to occur to him "I would, however, ask a boon of thee We have in our company a brave Asturian youth of noble farievous injury We would leave hiht, in thy care"

"His presence shall honor me, Sir Mandorallen," Oltorain assented immediately "The women of my household will care for him most tenderly" He spoke briefly to one of his retainers, and the man mounted and rode quickly toward one of the nearby castles

"You're not going to leave me behind," Lelldorin protested weakly "I'll be able to ride in a day or so" He began to cough rackingly

"I think not," Mandorallen disagreed with a cool expression "The results of thy wounding have not yet run their natural course"

"I won't stay with Mimbrates," Lelldorin insisted "I'd rather takeLelldorin," Mandorallen replied bluntly, even harshly, "I know thy distaste for the in to abscess and then suppurate, and raging fever and deliriu thy presence a burden upon us We have not the time to care for thee, and thy sore need would delay us in our quest"