While the drivers outside the main barracks were being slaughtered, the drivers inside were blissfully unaware. Bor-Hec himself was asleep, counting on the night watch to sound the alarm if necessary. He was awakened by the sound of battle and a scream that pierced the night air. He stood up and grabbed the first thing that came to hand - a bullwhip. As he walked out the door, he looked down the passage and nearly became sick. In the hallway were thirty dead drivers, their body still twitching and blood still spurting out of armless shoulders and headless necks. Blood had made the floor slick, and as Bor-Hec tried to avoid pools of body fluids, he rammed quite unintentionally into Numli, who, upon finding himself face to face with the most hated and dangerous of all the drivers, roared a guttural cry and launched himself upon Bor-Hec. In retaliation, the orc- driver flailed his whip and caught Numli across the face. Blood gushed from the wound across Numli's face and the dwarf fell to the ground, roaring in pain and almost completely blind. Ferdin heard the cries of Numli and rushed to his defense. Bor-Hec was about to finish Numli off when he heard the pattering of feet and decided to run in the opposite direction of the footsteps. He soon realized what a mistake he had made when he rounded a corner and there Deynak was sitting, perfectly silent, sharpening his sword. He uttered but five words: "I've been waiting for you." As he spat out the words, he raised his sword high and brought it down. Bor-Hec died without a sound, cloven clean to the teeth, his face still a mask of shocked horror.

As Deynak made his way back to the group, he saw that they were bandaging Numli. " What's wrong with him?" he asked Cuthalion. "Bor-Hec caught him with a whip across the face. It blinded him, but he'll be alright in a moment." "Very well, Sedlik, Gareth, Cuthalion, Ferdin! You four come with me, the rest of you stay here until Numli can see, and if your seen run." As the five of them moved off, the other eight took up defensive positions while Edrahil tended to Numli. "Why did you want us to come with you instead of staying?" asked Cuthalion.

"Because, my naive young elf,"answered Deynak, "if we are attacked out here one of us can run back and tell the others, and if they're attacked, we too can be warned." Cuthalion blushed and looked down at the ground, silently wishing he hadn't been foolish enough to ask a question with such an obvious answer. "Don't worry,"said Deynak lifting Cuthalion's chin, "you'll soon learn. After all, escape was your idea, and that shows you have talent for planning. But once you learn a little more, you won't have to worry about things like that, because you'll already know them." Cuthalion looked at Deynak and saw in his eyes a love that he had never seen before. A love for him more powerful than he'd ever known, and he found that he, too, had a love for this man. ~*~*~*~*~*~*

A/N: Like it? I'll write more, if you do. ^_^