“Aye, San. He did me a turn — as I did him.”
“Then maybe I will find something here to make of my life less barren. I do not receive the meed that is my due.”
“It is strange that here in Hamal I should find a Wizard of Loh, in a land where all things Lohvian are detested.”
“The Queen has her fancies. I am kept secret.”
“Get on with it, get on with it!” rasped Doghamrei.
The great blockheaded i***t didn’t seem to realize that in this three-cornered contest the Wizard of Loh was already in my corner.
Que-si-Rening sat on the straw-stuffed pallet that served as a bed. There were not above a dozen nits in it, for I had gone hunting with thumbnails sharp and at the ready.
“Tell me, Bagor, whom men dub a wild leem, do you lust after the body of Queen Thyllis of Hamal?”
“Eh?” I gaped at h
