Chapter four
Of a walk in the mist“Now, now, prince. That’s all over.” I tried to take the crossbow from his hands. “You’re safe now. We have to make you comfortable—”
“Jak the Shot — traitor! You betrayed Hamal!”
“He’s off his head,” said Seg. “And I can see he is a fine-looking man, just as you said. A real prince.”
“Yes. We’ve got to take care of him.”
What had happened was clear enough. The fighting men with Nedfar had fought. They had been killed. They must have held off the wildmen for a goodly long time. The end was in sight when we turned up. I judged that the twenty-five we had dealt with had been left to finish the thing from a larger war-band.
“Hamal—” Nedfar looked in a bad way. His face was of that color of the lead in old sewers. “You betrayed our plans to our enemies,
