Chapter eightAmidst all these tangled threads of peoples’ lives where Fate had thrown me, what gave me great pleasure was the way Deb-Lu-Quienyin and Ra-Lu-Quonling, known as Rollo the Runner, got along. Rollo might be rebellious and headstrong; he had a head on his shoulders and was quickly aware of the essential quality of Deb-Lu. Rollo said to me: “Y’know, Drajak, you made me go back to learning to be a Wizard of Walfarg. Seg told me — I wormed it out of him — that I was good enough to be a first class Bowman of Loh. Still, I’m not sorry, now, that I’m to be a sorcerer.”
“And mind you respect and take care of Deb-Lu if that should ever be necessary.”
Rollo looked at me down his nose, all the old arrogance blazing forth. “D’you think I don’t know that?”
“I think you do.”
He nodded, a
