For where he turned his sword, or twined his steed, He slew, or man and beast on earth down laid,

Perhaps a dozen in all, some that had been there since the Ark, these occupied by crusty old farts and less frequently crusty old fartettes with a taste for wilderness and solitude, not necessarily in that order and not always both.

The law of armes , to strike foe undefide

That meant her captor was either an incantor—no other demonic breed possessed and wielded magick—or a practitioner. Her inner demon wasn't afraid.