Ten days later:
“I hate that female,” Brogan groaned.
Barrack rolled over and tried to glare at him, but Brogan could tell that even that simple task hurt too much. As far as Brogan was concerned, he and Barrack had been subjected to ten days of torture far worse than anything the Marastin Dow or Antrox could ever inflict.
“Remember Rule Number One, and for Goddess’s sake... don’t let her hear you say that you hate her!” Barrack choked, his eyes still closed.
“Why did we swear off killing females?” Brogan muttered, forcing his aching body to sit up.
“Because of Rule Number One,” Barrack snapped. “Use your head, Brogan. If you keep mouthing off, the only thing that will happen is that we will still be lying here a month from now. The Curizan Adalard has agreed to take us and we passed
