C7 Chapter 7

Folke’s face was as white as a sheet. “Is he ... dead?”

“Stone-dead,” Dominic said brusquely.

He touched a rip in Göte’s shirt. Inside was a deep wound from a pointed weapon, but the weapon was gone.

Jöns returned. “It looks like the horse has run away.”

“Forget it,” Dominic said. “We’ll never see it again. Horses are valuable to them.”

“We must get away from here,” Folke howled.

“Yes