Chapter fifteenBy the odiferous orifices and exuding excrescences of Makki Grodno! The consequences of this new turn in developments were horrifically apparent. If — I refused to countenance when — if W’Watchun’s Wall came down a raging torrent of these uncouth warriors would be let loose on Balintol. Despite their own boasting I fancied they’d be dealt with smartly enough by the other fighting men of the sub-continent.
No, not the warriors only. My concern was the flood of ibmanzies that would be let loose. My Val! Khon the Mak would glee when his monstrous creatures tore the heart out of Caneldrin. By that time he’d reckon to have Tolindrin in the palm of his hand.
There lived people I knew in both those countries — friends and foes. My struggles in Balintol had largely been on their a
