Threat of death

Seconds later there was a clank of chains and the portcullis began to rise. Thorne leaned across and whispered in my ear. ‘It could be a trap,’ she said.

I nodded but did not reply. Could we trust this knight? I wondered. I sniffed – this time a long-sniff, attempting to read the future, especially the threat of death. I sniffed for Thorne. She would not die here. I felt sure of it.

B9 C11