Chapter fifteen

Gloag wanted to fight for me.

“No,” I said.

“Give me a spear,” he growled in that rumbling voice.

“It is my business.”

“Your business is my business. At least, a spear.”

“You will be killed.”

“I know the warrens. Without me, you will be killed.”

“I know,” I said.

“Then we will both be killed. Give me a spear.”

I turned to Wanek, leader of the Noble House of Eward.

“Give my friend a spear.”

“Now may the light of Father Mehzta-Makku shine on us both.”

From Wanek I obtained a high-quality rapier and dagger, and in return told him who had been the last owner of the rapier I bore.

His delight at holding the trophy wrested from his hated enemy was keen.

“You said the hilt has value,” I said. “And, here, will you keep these gems in trust for me?” I handed over the cloth……