He was perhaps thirty-eight, no taller than the girl herself, slim-waisted, with trim, athletic shoulders.

His eyes, as they rested on the still-fluttering curtains, were a cold and steady gray.

His face was thin and bronzed, his nose a trifle prominent.

He was a man far from handsome, and yet there was something of fascination and strength about him.

He did not belong to the Horde.