Fred realised now why he had had the feeling that they were being watched.
It hadn't been
Salmonshire spies at all but instead the dwarfs whom he had sensed. Then
Astra nudged him.
"Look at Rift's face," she whispered gleefully. For Rift, normally adept
at keeping
a poker face, wore a look of total consternation.
Rift fumed impotently. He couldn't risk using the Crystallic, for the same reasons that he had earlier held back from using it against Tarin. And he knew that there was nothing in the contract he had signed binding himself to Tarin to prevent the dwarf doing this. After all, the contract had not been drawn up with Rift's interests in mind. He only hoped that Tarin and his friends would be satisfied with the hoard, and wouldn't want Astra as well. If he could keep both her and the Crystallic, then the loss of the hoard, though a big disappointment, would be bearable. "Lead on, o ebony princess," said Tarin to Astra. She bridled at his mocking tone. "You hardly have need of a guide anymore," she retorted. "Your nose should direct you from here." Indeed the stench of rotting dragon flesh was very noticeable. Though it had been several weeks since the dragons had died, it would take much longer than that for their flesh to all rot away.
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