Chapter eighteenI went through the flung-open double-doors faster than a hare avoiding a hound. The two guards outside were left gaping. Straight down the corridor I hurtled and the furious and baffled shouts of Khonstanton and Ortyg spurred me on. Oh, yes, surely, I could have stayed in that closed room of secrets and fought them and no doubt I’d have done for ’em into the bargain. But that would have been utterly foolish and stupidity of that kind formed no part of my plans.
Around the first corner I sprinted, skidding on a rug, regaining my balance and tearing on headlong.
Once I was fairly away from this high echelon area and among the maze of corridors and passageways and halls I could lose myself. These grandiose palaces of Kregen in general are honeycombed with secret passages and
