"We did not kill anyone, though we are very sorry for the death of the horses..." He shot a glance at Turthôl, sighing.
Turthôl could tell what the boy thought of him at the moment. But he didn't really care. If they had not killed the horses, than Enien, Calimir, Turthôl, Rangar,
and Tareth would have been captured.
He watched as Enien interrogated the man she had captured. The man was a bumbling idiot. He felt the weight of the gold at his side of what was left over from Tharbad. He took out the bag and threw at the man.
"Here, this will replace the horses we killed," he said. He turned his horse back and started galloping back.
"Where are you going?" Tareth called.
"Well, now that I have no money to replace my arrows, I'm going to have to get them, don't I?" he replied. He galloped off to retrieve his arrows. And if any villager tries to kill me, they will lose more than their horse. After all, its self defense, he thought.
[ May 30, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ]
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