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Chapter six-2
“The wildman is a leader, a Jedgar, and he’ll have a canny bunch of his fellows with him.” Jedgar is simply a corruption of the word Jiktar, and generally denotes barbarian or irregular captain, and what Tyfar said about this moorkrim Jedgar was perfectly correct. In my frame of mind, with Jaezila in such dire danger, I rather fancied going as near to the top as I could contrive. “His canny bunch will be no crazier than we are.” “That is true.” “So that is settled.” “You have the besting of me,” Tyfar grumped, “in this argument. But I fancy I shall rank Deldars again, and soon, and then we shall see.” The moorkrim rose from their places of concealment. Screeching their battle cries they hurtled on. Difficult to kill, yes. Not as difficult as reptilian schrepims, with their phenomenal
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