Authors: John Norman
Tags: #Science Fiction, #Fiction, #General, #Fantasy, #Adventure
the pier. When she had joined them, they hurried away together. They took care
not to take the same street as that followed by the young warrior.
There was a cold wind now. It came from the east.
I thought of Dietrich of Tarnburg, holding Torcadino, of Ar, of Cos, of the
expeditionary force in the north, of the forces of Ar, and the delta.
I was afraid.
I then turned my attention once more to the street which the young warrior had
entered. It was on of those narrow streets leading up between buildings, leading
up, away from the wharves. It was now empty.