London Harmony: Minuette (18 page)

She quickly panicked. “No.  She has spoke of running to the land of kings, to Britain.  She knows you hunt her.  That is all I know, I swear.”  No sooner had the last word passed her lips, then I granted her the swift mercy I had promised.  The blade traveled up under her jaw into her brain.

I said as I lowered her to the ground, “If there be a God, may he show mercy upon your fetid soul.”

Then I entered the cave.  I had only a couple minutes.  I started jamming blades in fractures and crevices in the stones at the entrance.  Then I unshouldered my rope and untied one blade then went about threading the rope through the loops on the blades.  Creating a spiderweb of silvered rope across the opening.  I strained with all my might to tighten the web as much as possible then tied it off.  This would stop the wolves until morning.

I could hear growling and snarling from the cave and sighed.  More of the vrajitoare's henchmen no doubt had succumbed to the lunar cycle.  It made sense that they would have guards for their sacrifices.  I hung my head, knowing this most likely meant the prisoners were most likely dead by now.

I sighed and looked down to grab some blades.  I had only one left, I used the bulk of them at the cave entrance.  So I reached to my hair and slid a razor sharp feather blade from my hair.  I held the three-inch blade between my palms, in a manner that resembled praying, and I twisted my palms.

The blade separated into two and I took one in each hand.  And was startled by the screaming of a child.  They yet lived?  I pulled a flint and steel from a pouch on my belt and struck it on a torch near the entrance.  Then I charged down the tunnel toward the screaming.