Chapter twenty-one
Csitra’s pronouncement“Kov Turko! Turko the Shield!” People rushed about the camp, shouting, yelling. “Jurukker Mecrilli! Floring Mecrilli! Kov Turko!” Everywhere men and women were running, ripping open tents, upturning carts, burrowing into piles of stores. The noise soared up to the suns. I was in a terrible state. Old Turko — turning into a ganchark! It didn’t bear thinking of.
After I’d raced up and down yelling uselessly, I forced myself to calm down. This had to be thought out. A flutduin patrol was sent winging off to the churgur regiment out on the plain just in case Turko had really gone there.
Khe-Hi came panting up. “Dray, Dray! There is still a chance nothing has happened yet.”
“What?”
“The stabs of occult energy. They must be the signals by which Csitr
