Chapter eight
Wedding plans for Delia, Princess Majestrix of ValliaI smashed the door open with a single kick and leaped into the room.
These were no rapscallion leem-hunters out for a good time, unwilling to kill, ready for a bit of rough-and-tumble.
I knew this breed. These were killers. There were four of them. They were tall, lithe, poised men, all bronzed from the suns-light, muscular and predatory. Their rapiers and daggers were plain, workmanlike, efficient.
They wore dark clothing, plain tunics and well-oiled leathers, high black boots, and their broad-brimmed gray hats with the curling blue feathers cast shadows across their faces from which the gleam of their eyes in the suns-light through the windows struck leem-like.
One held Tilda around the waist and his dagger lifted ab
