The Rise of the Wrym Lord by Wayne Thomas Batson

Author:Wayne Thomas Batson
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

25

THE SEPULCHER OF

THE SEVEN SLEEPERS

The Alleb Knights hurdled massive bulging roots and fallen branches, but they could not escape the pursuing wolvins. The creatures’ mournful cries haunted every step of the fleeing knights. And worse yet, they had lost the path.

Sir Rogan, with Aelic slung on his back like a sack of grain, thundered through the darkening woods but had no idea which direction he was headed. “Just as likely to come out where we came in as we might to Yewland,” he mumbled to himself. “If we come out at all.”

Still, Sir Rogan plunged deeper into the woods. Mallik, with Tal on his broad shoulders, raced after him. Antoinette and the others followed with Kaliam and Lady Merewen guarding the rear.

“Fly!” Kaliam yelled, his voice strained and urgent. “They are at our heels! Fly or find a place we can defend!!”

Antoinette’s heart hammered. She could run well on a track, but the weight of her armor and the perilous terrain robbed her of any such speed. “C’mon, legs!” she urged herself. “Go!”

Suddenly, a huge dark blur crashed out of the trees on the left and slammed into Mallik. Tal flew off Mallik’s shoulders and landed with a flop at the base of a tree. Antoinette saw that Mallik lay still on the ground, but something huge was there beside him.

The thing was wolflike in shape, covered in dark fur, but much larger. And its upper body was massive. Its barrel chest heaved as it slowly rose up on all fours. It shook its head as if disoriented and then growled at the downed knight. Mallik rolled onto his back and frantically shoved himself backward. He reached for his hammer, but it had landed beyond his grasp. The beast stepped toward Mallik.

“Don’t you touch him!” Antoinette found herself yelling.

The wolvin sniffed the air and then turned its head toward Antoinette. Huge black ears lowered and pressed back into its thick collar of dark fur. Its pale yellow eyes stared at her coldly, pupils small and absent of mercy. The wolvin’s muzzle quivered. It bared its large white teeth and snarled with such slow, deep ferocity that Antoinette felt it.

The blood drained from Antoinette’s face. Her hands went cold. She took a careful step backward, holding her sword out in front. The beast pawed toward her and then rose up on its hind legs like a bear and howled. But the howl was cut short.

“Time for you to join your friends!” Mallik bellowed. And he swept such a two-fisted hammer stroke into the body of the wolvin that it flew over Antoinette’s head and up into the treetops. At that moment the rest of the team came stumbling to a stop behind them.

“Why do you halt?” Sir Oswyn asked breathlessly. “They are right behind us!”

“Where is Sir Rogan?” asked Tobias. “And what happened to Tal?”

Mallik growled and ran over to the sleeping warrior. “Tal is none the worse for wear, Master Pathfinder. He fares much better than the wolvin that delayed us!”

Sir Rogan returned to see what was delaying the others.

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