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Chapter thirteen
Chapter thirteenAmazingly, the flung knife had not killed Lorgon ti Thrandor, Pallan of Canals. He’d been wearing an ornate clasp at his throat to fasten his light boat cloak, and the knife lodged in the elaborate curves of gold. He went about with a yellow bandage around his throat, for the knife’s tip had just nicked his skin. He told everyone who cared to listen that, indeed, verily, he was thrice-blessed by Opaz. The post-mortem on the incident threw up the significant fact that the new cadade who had replaced the dead Rapa had not been told to supply a separate guard for the boat trip back to the palace. He was a khibil, very red-whiskered and supercilious, demanding and receiving somewhat higher pay. Jiktar Pranton the Faranto wore the silver pakmort at his throat. I, for one, did
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