Chapter seven
How Tilda the Beautiful fared at The Red LeemTilda’s anger against me did not last long when Pando managed to tell her what had happened. For his pains he was sent supperless to bed that night, as Inch and I quaffed best Jholaix in company with Naghan the Paunch and Obolya. Inch disappeared for a time and when he came back he winked at me and leaned over, whispering.
“Climbing the back wall was easy, Dray. That young devil is munching a vosk-pie now, and probably getting disgustingly drunk on a thimbleful of Jholaix.”
“If Tilda catches him and he tells on you, Inch—”
Inch looked pleased with himself. “Sending boys to bed supperless is against my taboos,” he said, and winked.
I perked up. Inch was turning into a comrade, rather than a companion. Now, if Seg were here — or
