Chapter seventeen
A Zorca for twoTo speak thus to Delia when she was unarmed was one thing. Even had she been wielding her earthenware pot, perhaps. But to speak thus to Delia with a rapier and left hand dagger in her fists was to commit a grievous error.
The point on which she chose to check this Naghondo and show him his error amused her. It created a pleasant frisson.
“You claimed I cheated in the Shishivakka race, you great blowhard oaf! Draw your rapier and we’ll see if I cheated.”
“Do what?” He looked completely flabbergasted. The billy lowered. He looked stupidly at the rapier and dagger whose points hovered before him. Then he let rip a great bellow.
The roar was compounded of amusement, not even of contempt.
“C’mere, girl! I’ll show you what fun is!”
Had she been of the tru
