Chapter twelve
What I learned in The Leather Bottle“You do intend to go to my father’s coronation, then, Jak?” Tyfar spoke with such mirth, the young devil, I was minded to play dumb and plead prior engagements. “After all, you are by way of being an expert.”
The main and overridingly important thing to notice here was that Tyfar and I could joke about a horrible experience through which I had gone when Hamal and Vallia had been enemies.
That she-leem Thyllis during the pomp and circumstance of her coronation had had me, naked and filthy and hairy, dragged around Ruathytu at the tail of a calsany.
That Tyfar could rest assured that he might make this nature of joke without offense heartened me. He now fully accepted that what we said we said in good faith. Only his own prickly sense of
