Chapter thirteen
The Little Sisters of ImpurityThere were only six guards, and I felt I could handle them, allowing always for my caveat that one day, apart from Mefto the Kazzur, I’ll meet a better swordsman. There was no time for fancy work. The children were out on the street, gawping, some still crying and huddling, but enough of them wandering off. Those loungers on the corner, who lounged with purpose, should not be allowed to see their sacrifices wandering off...
So it was a case of skip and jump, of duck and bash.
“Take that, you tapo!” screeched the first, a fine big Rapa with bright yellow feathers around his beak. I took the flung spear from the air and almost in the instant he cast it it returned embedded in his chest. The woman screamed and urged them on, getting in the way
