When Diana on Barnihe almost approached Robert Thorn just struck his deadly sword, two more soldiers her clan. Jumping horse, Diana bent over his brother. Pendulous lower jaw it clearly showed that he is preparing to give up the ghost. She held out her hand to his throat, but could not bring herself to touch it. She was sure that he could not find a pulse. Rage bubbled in her private and strikes pounded in his ears. Although they are with Robert had never been close, the blood bond is impossible to disregard. None of knotweed can not bear to look at how the dying member of his clan, the defeated enemy mechom.Tsokot hooves made her feet. Golden Stallion blocked her path, had nowhere to go. Her hand automatically slid to the waist, but she suddenly remembered that she had left the sword in the forest.