Chapter fifteen“Come on, Palfrey, you fambly! Hurry up with that junk!”
The poor Palfrey moved the heavy bag on his shoulder, gasped “Yes, Notor!” and tried with all his strength not to let it slip. Dagert went on with his chin held high and his left hand on the rapier grip, the familiar poise of the nobleman personified. I walked a step behind him, as befitted a cadade. We found an empty bedchamber, and I tried as best I could to clean the green lizard blood from my clothes. Now we were a nobleman and a captain of the guard, both known to the palace staff, and accompanied by a servant who carried some of their possessions.
Of course the bag with our possessions contained the bound and gagged Prince Ortyg of Tolindrin.
And so we marched unmolested through the royal palace of Prebaya. Wh
