The Destroyer Book 3 (73 page)

Everyone else in the pavilion was dead as well. There were a few plates of food and assorted bottles of mead that lay untouched by the attack. I grabbed one of the jugs and took a long drink from it. Then I looked down at Corlintha’s body and took another drink. Did the mead taste better because I was still alive? Did it taste better because I was about to kill? Perhaps it wasn’t important.

I mounted the horse and tested the draw of the bow. The weapon was meant to be used while on foot, but I could make it work while on horseback. I pointed the steed to the north and kicked it forward. Perhaps I should have covered my head, so that I would be harder to spot from a distance. But I wanted them to see me coming.

At least I wasn’t bored anymore.

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