The Astarte of the B

A man on horseback bent over, grabbing the tail of a crossbow bolt as he passed by a farmer. He pulled the body of the dog out of the field.,Polton, as if reminded by Brun's words, turned his unmoving cat eyes towards the farmer sprawled in the field.,Retracting his gaze, Lan En mounted the horse with a light and silent grace. Perhaps even the world's finest riders couldn't match him in their control over a steed.。