The stink really got up my nostrils, and Dayra said: “By Vox! What a pestilential place!”
I said: “Use Pandrite, or Chusto or Chozputz—”
We crept along a narrow and slimy ledge with the sounds of the others before us and the erratic light of their torches to prevent us from stepping into the sewer at our side.
“Chusto?” said Dayra. “Chozputz? I’ve never heard—”
“Nor has anyone else. I made them up.”
“Oh!”
“And we have someone in our midst who leaves ribbons to mark where we went.”
“You have no suspicions?”
“None. It is probably one of the slaves we armed and brought along. Or, possibly, one of Naghan’s guards. They seek to earn a disreputable coin or two from a grateful Murgon.”
“They will earn something a little different from me, by Vo — Chusto! — when they are unmasked.”
“When
