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Fortunately for Enid, the rain had decreased to a drizzle. She hesitated at the doorway to Kane's hut upon hearing his voice, not certain she should interrupt. "They had lain in wait for us, Eaton," Kane was saying, his voice filled with anger and frustration. "By what means are they aware of my every move?" Kane had his suspicions; nevertheless, he wished to hear Eaton's answer. "I know not, lord Kane," Eaton's voice carried a suppressed anger that frightened Enid. But, in whatever tone he spoke, it always brought the memory of a stinging whip to her. Enid fought the sickness sweeping over her and the temptation to return to her hut and let Beth deliver the meal. She decided that she had nothing to fear from Eaton as long as Kane was near. "I need more time, my lord," Eaton's words sounded as though they were spoken through clenched teeth and they brought a quick response from Kane. "I can give you no more! Every hour that the traitor walks freely among us, we are in peril." In her mind's eye, Enid could see Kane's muscles flex with his movements as he spoke. "All battles are lost so long as I am unable to keep my plans from my enemy!" |