Chapter nineteen
Sheathed Talons...?In a twinkling, Deldar Naghan the Pellendur’s men were tumbled back from the gate and the first courtyard. Rushing up I was in time to join the defense as we sought to hold the inner wall. The uproar flowered to the rising suns.
Arrows shafted in; but the overhang prevented them from striking down upon us. That first abrupt onslaught was held — somehow — and we gained a breathing space. When the next attack came an odd thing happened.
Now, as you know, I am not one of your fighting men who believe they must have one special weapon in battle. Any paktun who depends on a particular sword is likely, if he goes adventuring, to be parted from it smartly. If, then, he feels incapable of fighting well with another weapon — oh, no! Oh, no. Your true paktun wi
