Chapter 9Endryk reached down and touched the snarling dog gently. ‘Easy,’ he whispered. ‘It’s all right.’
Rhavvan’s hand was moving towards a knife in his belt.
‘Don’t,’ Endryk said, softly but urgently. Rhavvan hesitated and Endryk’s free hand extended to emphasize his command. ‘Nals isn’t a pet. He’s neither trained nor tame, he does what he wants. And he knows about weapons. He’s also afraid of nothing and if he goes for you I won’t be able to stop him. He’ll hurt you badly even if you kill him.’
There was no challenge or threat in Endryk’s voice, just quiet and patently sincere advice, and Rhavvan made no further movement. Nevertheless he could do no other than demand to know, ‘What’s he doing that for, then?’
‘My fault, probably,’ Endryk replied. ‘For some reason he’s very protect
