Cuor lay in a dark corner of the forest, panting heavily. He knew that one of the men had to be dead. Such a fluke seemed to amuse him slightly. His temple throbbed when he thought of Gita, and what she planned to do to the Lady Laurel. He now knew he had to stop her. But to afraid to go into the Village, he settled for searching the House for her.
Moving around in the shadows, he looked into the end room of the House. There was the Swan Lady, kneeling over the body of the fallen man. The Elf too was there. He seemed to be of the same race as himself, making him all the more nervous. Another Elf was there, and Cuor moved away when he heard the rustling of bushes nearby.
He moved slowly around the House, checking rooms for any sign of the Lady. But she was not there.
Retreating back to the Southern Confines, he paced and thought. 'There is little to do now, but go to the Village. If Gita is there, it will not be long till she finds the Lady'
Cuor wrapped a cloak around himself, and set off towards Swan Village to claim his prize.
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