Chapter seventeen
Nath Famphreon, Kov of FalkerdrinWith a frantic heave to swing Kov Nath out of line, I twitched desperately sideways on the saddle. The rapier ripped through my buff tunic and the damned skewer scored a bloody weal all along my ribs. This upset me.
Useless to hang so stupidly onto the leading rein so disgracefully chewed through by Greatheart. I dropped it. That left me one free hand, for being an apim I do not have the luxury and convenience of three or four arms like some of the folk of Kregen. I used that free arm to jab a rocky fist into Imlien’s face as he bent forward with the ferocity of his thrust.
“Let me go! Let me go!” Nath was babbling away.
“Shut up,” I told him, with a growl.
He quieted a little. Imlien sprayed blood everywhere from a squashed nose. Som
