Chapter eighteenThe deadly six-bladed club at the end of the Gildrim’s tail swished close. Just in time I moved my head to one side, but the suddenness of the movement pulled me over. I rolled and came up onto my feet with rapier and main gauche in my fists.
The baboon-faced fellow wanted to go at me again. But in the turmoil the broad side of a sword blade slammed him in the temple. He fell headlong to the ground. Perempto the Shorn allowed himself a satisfied grin that spread over the whole of his foxy Khibil face. Then he spun around and stood in the way of a Fristle who wanted to take down Nalan ti Perming from the side.
Oh yes, the bad blood between the twins, the Regent C’Chermina and Lady Quensella, extended also to their guards, and some of that bad blood would be spilled in the
