A Sword Cleft His Bassinet

Godfried was bound hand and foot and gagged. He saw red sonya framed in the doorway, pistol in hand. Her face was drawn and haggard. Her eyes burned like coals. Her bassinet was gone and her scarlet cloak. Her mail was hacked and red clotted. With croaking cry, turuk ran at her scimitar lifted. Before he could strike, she crashed down the barrel of an empty pistol on his head felling him like an ox. The night filled with a million flashing sparks, as if a powder magazine had exploded in his head. After that, darkness and oblivion, he came slowly to himself,. aware of a raging