THE THING FROM THE TOMB
4th Niall of the Far Travels stories
Originally published in The Dragon Magazine, #23, March 1979
Gardner F Fox
Niall of the Far Travels reined in his big gray stallion, lifting his right hand to halt the long column of riders who followed him across this comer of the Baklakanian Desert. In front of him, and far away, he could make out a dark blotch on the golden sands toward which he was moving.
The blotch did not move.
Yet it had moved, for a brief second, just then. Niall, who had been watching it as soon as he had caught sight of it, was certain of that. His hand went to his side, loosed his sword Blood-drinker in its scabbard.
Niall was commander of the armies of King Lurlyr Manakor of Urgrik. His robe was of saffron silk and it blew in the lazy winds that swept across these stretches of bleak and empty sand. His mail was silvered and bore the basilisk insignia of Urgrik. He was riding to make an inspection of the desert forts which served his king, to replace the troops stationed there with the men who rode behind him.
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