? ? ? ? Most of the prisoners were already hacking at their bonds with the swords in their hands. The yellow men were battering at the door with javelins and axes.
? ? ? ? I turned my attention to the chains that held Tardos Mors. Again and again I cut deep into the metal with my sharp blade, but ever faster and faster fell the torrent of blows upon the portal.
? ? ? ? At last a link parted beneath my efforts, and a moment later Tardos Mors was free, though a few inches of trailing chain still dangled from his ankle.
? ? ? ? A splinter of wood falling inward from the door announced the headway that our enemies were making toward us.
? ? ? ? The mighty panels trembled and bent beneath the furious onslaught of the enraged yellow men.
? ? ? ? What with the battering upon the door and the hacking of the red men at their chains the din within the armory was appalling. No sooner was Tardos Mors free than he turned his attention to another of the prisoners, while I set to work to liberate Mors Kajak.
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