Looking up at them Hal felt the morning wind brush hischeek with cool fingers. She looked alarmedas he rushed back to her, picked her up in his arms, tossed her high inthe air and caught her as she came down, skirts fluttering aroundher. They were all warriors that much was clear from their bearing and theirattire. He anticipated each ofHal's moves, offering him a wall of glittering steel when once heattempted the riposte, beating his blade aside then coming on againremorselessly.
Hal shook his head and stared atGrey in unfeigned amazement. It was over the starboard yard-arm. The river narrowed, became deeper and stronger and their progress wasslower against the current. He had tied back his long greying hair with a strip OfCloth, and from his scarred fist the lashes of the cat hung to theplanks of the deck like the serpents of Medusa's head.
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