Book3:WereMyDreamIs

arriorsoftheKingdom,nowingfacetofacewiththeirformerowheyhadnosedthoughtsaboutbetrayingAtsastheywereunwillingtoharmKingDimitriinanyway.Atstookdownthebowslungaroundhisshoulders,pulledoutanarrowfromhisquiver,turnedaroundandshotitstraightathisenemy’sthroat.Thearrowflewintheairquickaslightning,makingstraightfDimitri’sthroatasifithadeyesofitsown;butwhenitcametobeaboutafootfromitstarget,itseemedtsformerownerandstoppedinmidairrefusingtobudge.KingDimitristretchedouthishandandtookthearrow.Swoosh!Swoosh!Swoosh!AtsshotsevemorearrowsoertheotheratvitalpartsofKingDimitri’sbody,buttheyallstoppedshortinmidairaboutafootorsofromhisagaingedtactidshotatthehorse’sthroatinsteadoftherider,butthearrowseemedtoknowLig