Chapter three
Of Duhrra’s steel hand“Well, Dak, apim, when is it to be?”
Rukker’s words whispered in his growly voice in the darkness. Green Magodont lay anchored somewhere or other — we oar-slaves had no idea where we were after all the comings and goings of the past days. We knew only that if we searched for a ship we had not found her.
I said, “There is the question of this Nath the Slinger.”
“I shall break his neck the moment I am free,” said Rukker, in a comfortable way, perfectly confident.
Nath the Slinger turned his pug-nosed face our way, looking up from the apostis seat, and scowled. He looked an independent sort of fellow, who would as soon knock your teeth out as pass the time of day. Rukker had not liked the s***h from his chains.
“We can free the link tomorrow. But we s
