He reached out, took her hands, and drew her forward so she stood between him and Alain like a sister with her two brothers. Demon Moon had risen, he had seen its orange light shining on Cuthbert’s face like delirium, and he knew better. The boys were off the horses in a flash, Alain pulling the drawstring bag free of his saddle-horn and slinging it over one shoulder. “Get out of there, ye ravens!”The boys fled, cackling, into the bright afternoon.
“Pleased to meet you, sai,” he said. Then she hugged him with panicky tightness. He sat on the broken white line between the travel lane and the passing lane of the highway, his ears laid back, looking at the gate and panting. It was Cuthbert’s lookout.
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