Chapter elevenMy eyes were clamped shut against that brightness yet the light struck through, black spots danced among a deep and menacing redness before me. We hit bottom in a wild tangle, with Mevancy’s hair in my mouth and my leg fiercely gripped by a pair of powerful fists. We rolled over and over on straw that stank like a cess pit, and eventually cracked into a stone wall.
“By Spurl!” choked out Mevancy. “What happened?”
The fists gripping my legs went away. “Jangflor alone knows, and he ain’t telling, not with us down here an’ all.”
I spat and got rid of pleasantly scented hair and sat up. I kept my eyes shut; but I knew Rollo and Mevancy and Llodi with his enormous purple flower of a nose would be sorting themselves out. If we couldn’t see where we were, how in a Herrelldrin Hel
