The clanging below abruptly ceased. A death cry echoed within the stone tower below her room.
Realizing the sound indicated someone would be seeking her out soon, she paced the distance from the wall to her cot on the opposite side of the room. Her heavy cloak tugged as it caught on the corner of the single chair as she passed. Impatiently she tugged it free.
On the other side of the door the wooden stairs creaked and groaned. The victor climbed to claim his prize.
Lirth's hands shook. She initially missed when she reached for the small satchel that held her few worldly belongings. Finding it, Lirth moved back toward the chair in the center of the room, fastening it as she walked.
The wooden bolt struck the floor outside with a clatter.
Her fingers traced the worn lip along the back of the chair, seeking the familiar scratches. She measured her breaths by a two count to keep from panic.
The door uttered a grating squeal as it opened. The dull thud of it striking the wall and rebounding echoed in the bare room.
I hope it hit him.
Hastily she drew back the thought. The Kurios would not send someone to harm her.
What about those that sent him?
“Please tell Lady Lirth I have come for her.” A warm male voice spoke above her head and about four feet in front of her.
“I am the one you seek.”
Raising her chin so she was addressing his face, Lirth drew herself up and tilted her head elegantly to one side. His surprise came to her like the smell of blood and sweat, with the force of his presence.
Who do you think he is?