Guarin

The man called Guarin nodded and grinned, and loosened his dagger in its sheath, suggestively.

The Virgin In The Ice Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1982

Guarin was none too fond of him, either, he grunted vexation at such a late relief, when he had been promised it before dark.

The Virgin In The Ice Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1982

Guarin stamped about the boards to keep himself warm, constantly patrolling in order to keep watch in every direction, and paid no attention to his prisoner except for a hard stare now and again to remind him that he was helpless, and had better not attempt anything on his own behalf.

The Virgin In The Ice Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1982

Guarin hauled the trap into place, and they both heard the bolts slide into their sockets below, and the last man clambering down the ladder.

The Virgin In The Ice Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1982

Darkness had closed in, and Guarin was the one complaining, before his relief came clattering up the ladder, shot back the bolts, and heaved up the trap to emerge on the roof.

The Virgin In The Ice Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1982

Guarin grumbled and clumped his way down the long ladder, and Yves heard the bolts shot home.

The Virgin In The Ice Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1982

There was enough for two, and Guarin spared a portion for his prisoner.

The Virgin In The Ice Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1982

And there were more than enough of them, but this Guarin was none.

The Virgin In The Ice Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1982

Guarin was a big, slow-witted, easy-going soul, without cruelty.

The Virgin In The Ice Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1982

At first I thought I was alone in the cavern, but then I saw Guarin where he lay asleep.

1492, 1922