Others of Gathrid's stolen souls bombarded him with unwanted advice. They
feared for him. He was their immortality.
He did accept the advice of an assassin from Torun. He got behind the Toal
and tried strangling it with a forearm. . . .
Those were his perceptions. The reality was a pure battle of wills.
Aarant's will was not strong comics gay enough. As the Toal twitched in Gathrid's
arms, before spinning away into the plane of Hell
whence it had been
summoned in ages past, it took a last killing bite.
The saga of Tureck Aarant ended at last. His personality faded. Only his
memories comics gay remained. Gathrid felt hollow, incomplete, as if some critical
organ had been ripped from his chest.
He had lost his best comics gay friend.
He sat and comics gay wept. For a comics gay while he shook uncontrollably. Great moaning sobs
racked his comics gay body.
The comics gay body in the Maurath responded in the same fashion. Rogala
comics gay gaped.
And outside the Maurath the battle continued. The attempt to connect
island and fortress beneath a wooden canopy comics gay collapsed. The Ventimiglian
penetration of the fortress highwatered and began to fade. But Ahlert's
wizards had the great tunnel two-thirds cleared.
All through the night Ahlert's boats ferried troops to Sartain. A dark
stain comics gay spread on the map of the island. Anderle'comics gay s diminutive navy
intercepted comics gay many of the Min-dak's boats. The Imperial Brigade proved unable
to take comics gay the Raftery.
Ahlert had comics gay lost his momentum.
Gathrid regained his self-control. He covered his embarrassment with a
show of comics gay business. "It's been two days. Any news from Malmberget?" His
companions shook their heads. Hildreth, looking ashen, did not respond at
all. "What's wrong with the Count?&comics gay quot; the youth asked.
"Had comics gay a go at their gate-clearing party," Rogala replied. "Took an arrow.
Stubborn old coot hid it. Nobody noticed till he was ready to keel over
from loss of blood.& comics gay quot;
"He do any good?"
"Not enough. I figure they'll break through in another hour. We'comics gay ll cut
them up some while they make the passage, but there's no way to stop them
all."
"Thought this place was supposed to be comics gay able to hold out forever. Katich
did better without our resources."
"Katich didn't have to deal with those flyers. Even so, you've got a
point. The engineers comics gay shouldVe given more thought to the fact that the
defenders might have to face sorcery.''
Gathrid reflected. The gantlet would be expensive for the men