Chapter nine

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Chapter nineSchanake swung about. He faced me with his body shielding mine from the gaze of his compatriots running up the beach. Gripping my branch I prepared to defend myself from the two-handed sword. His small mouth opened widely. Knowing, as he thought, that I could not understand his words, he used his free hand to push me in the shoulder. He thrust me back. In Schannish, he spat out: “Go on, you must escape.” Then, surprising me, he spoke the Kregish word for ‘get out!’ “Schtump! Schtump!” He made of the word a veritable splashing avalanche. I lowered the branch. I gave him a look which he might interpret as surprise, thanks, relief. I said: “I’ll see you again, fishface, never fear!” Then I ran off into the trees. As I sprinted off I shook my head in disbelief. What in Krege

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