She aspersed her thrice-on bosom, loins, and knees-and then resumed her muttered litany, while Lessnya echoed her (or else snored) and the Mouser and Fafhrd stole on along the torchlit corridor. He had been locked in airborne combat above the torchlit palace of his archfoe, Prince Mark of Tasavalta. Kamahl stood at the height of the torchlit coliseum and gazed i down toward the sands. Within a torchlit area, ten pairs of men clad in weighted brigandines and full-face helms stamped and shouted and swung blunted swords, under the watchful eyes of a scar-faced weapon master, whose hoarse bellows of instruction or reprimand rang even above the din of the mock combats. He was perhaps seventeen, gray-eyed, black-haired, darkly bronzed, and he moved on the torchlit dancing ground with the sudden supple grace of a silverback cat.
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