Chapter ten
In the temple of Lem the Silver LeemI, Dray Prescot, Prince Majister of Vallia and official upholder of Opaz the pure spirit of the Invisible Twins, did not immediately smash this Lem the Silver Leem idolater and blasphemer across the face, and kick him as he went down.
“Hurry, Hamun, hurry! Your friends will do what they can, but Garnath has spies everywhere!”
He hurried me on, into the bewildering shadows of the aqueduct. The water rustled and splashed far above, and the sounds of slaves working came to us; the doleful clank of bronze buckets and the duller thunk of wooden tubs.
“What—” I was not so much shocked and astonished as repulsed and nauseated.
“Don’t chatter, Hamun! Your friends... Well, we all knew you would win, of course. Lem is your only hope. Hurry and say
