Chapter ten
Jak LeemsjidWe reached the first shadowed doorway unobserved and I paused and looked back at the airboat.
If a satisfied grimace cracked my battered old features into a gargoyle smile, I was not only allowed that — and deserved it, by Vox — I joyed in it!
From the bulwarks, Dayra stared after us. She saw me stop and look back, and she shook her fist at me.
She had said, very hot, very intemperate: “Why should you go and I stay?”
“Because you can fly the voller—”
“I believe you have some small skill in flying, Jak the Onker!”
“That is beside the point—”
“Or is it that you think me not a ferocious enough fighter to go?”
“If ferocity were all, then you would outdo all of us—”
“Then it is my skill and prowess at arms that disqualifies me in your sight?”
“Not at all, your
