![]() Meanwhile, the old watchman played on, hammering out the notes for all his worth. It was Stas, a goodly fellow, and quickly grasping the seriousness of the situation, he leapt down the steps to wake up the rest of the guard. A face appeared at the window of the carpenters tower. And with the adrenalin firing through his veins he redoubled his efforts, punching out the notes in staccato bursts. The mutterings of the one-eyed man had been true.įor the old watchman there were now no more doubts. The warriors of Genghis Khan, having dined heartily off blood and sour milk, were now poised to attack. ![]() But now it was moving forwards out of the mist. Dawn was breaking now, and resolved that he would not leave anything to chance, he scuttled up to the peak of the tower and began the trumpet call.Īs he did so the mass rippled again. The black mass was still there, and again that rippling effect that had sparked the first shock of adrenalin. But somehow, he felt that as had happened before, his fellow guards had retired to the warmth of home or lost the battle against sleep (no doubt aided by the rather excellent vodka that had been on sale at the Rynek of late). ![]() Straining his eyes, the old watchman looked out onto the horizon for a trace of the signal fire. ![]()
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