"Are you going to fight?" Orel lost his patience. "You have more people than we do but we"ll check what your people are made of!"

Morgan made his horse step back.

"Why should I fight you, you"re already dead men!" he said arrogantly. "Your death will be long and painful. The devil will take care of it!" He pointed with his chin at Nikto. "I don"t want to give you an easy death in a battle. You deserve hell!" He laughed.

"But I really feel like giving you something," Orel said.

Morgan got pale.

"Listen, devil, I"ll find justice for you! There is god stronger than your father, and you"ll feel it soon. Black glass won"t save your eyes from the daylight, no matter how many lives you will take to pay for it!"

"Are you talking of the god of the Upper world?" Nikto asked. "You"re just a fool!"

Morgan bared his teeth and started making a strange sign with his palm.

"Now!" Orel shouted and his horse cut into the crowd of Morgan Talas"s frightened men. One of them fell, not even his steel armor saving him from Orel"s sword.

"We"re retreating!" Morgan yelled.

Orel and his warriors didn"t chase them. Tol was laughing like mad.

"I"ve never seen such a fool before! He"s like a little dog, barking but afraid to bite!"

"Morgan does everything quietly," Nikto said. "If he gets you alone, he"ll do you away quickly."

"What a bastard," Enriki winced.

"I won"t leave it like that," Orel said to them. "He"s got on my nerves."

"It was his intention," Nikto said. His voice was cheerful but because of the mask one couldn"t see whether he smiled or not.

"Let"s go," Lis said, "he might call for a patrol and we don"t need it."

"Bet on it," Nikto confirmed.

"Now, now, let"s go!" Orel put his bloodied sword back into the sheath. His horse hopped over the spread body easily and galloped forward.