MENAGERIE
Fifteen – After which the author hits Save and goes down the pub
Two hours later, Jharlen awoke with a groan and a sore head. He was sitting propped against a tree, fifty yards from the tower. Smoke was pouring out of it; everything inside was ablaze.
"What happened?" he asked. "I don't remember anything after climbing through that window."
"Something hit you over the head, I think."
"Galud?"
"Dead."
"You killed him?"
"Yes." That lie came easily. "And started the fire. It was for the best."
Jharlen looked at Sonja. She could see that there were many questions he wanted to ask, but thankfully he had the wit to realise he was better off not asking them. Save one.
"And Clodia?"
"She is at peace," said Red Sonja, combing her hair.
