Chapter fifteen
HometruthsThefi had saved me from almost certain death, and now in order to save her I had to face another round with almost certain death. Well, that is life on Kregen. The guards ran on yelling. One or two screeched the chilling Hamalese war cry “Hanitch! Hanitch!” — a sound that has risen in triumph over very many battlefields.
My blade slithered across the first guard’s sword, turned, thrust, retrieved — all, it seemed, of its own volition. He staggered back, arms upflung, and already the dark blood spouted.
Three more came on, hard, panting, and I foined around and cut and pierced them, and danced away, risking a quick glance over one shoulder. Thefi had reached the voller lines and — by Krun, she was the daughter of her father and sister to her brother! — she point
