Chapter fifteen
In the leem pitGloag wanted to fight for me.
“No,” I said.
“Give me a spear,” he growled in that rumbling voice.
“It is my business.”
“Your business is my business. At least, a spear.”
“You will be killed.”
“I know the warrens. Without me, you will be killed.”
“I know,” I said.
“Then we will both be killed. Give me a spear.”
I turned to Wanek, leader of the Noble House of Eward.
“Give my friend a spear.”
“Now may the light of Father Mehzta-Makku shine on us both.”
From Wanek I obtained a high-quality rapier and dagger, and in return told him who had been the last owner of the rapier I bore.
His delight at holding the trophy wrested from his hated enemy was keen.
“You said the hilt has value,” I said. “And, here, will you keep these gems in trust for me?” I ha
