Chapter nineteen“Majister?” Brannomar’s sword thrust forward. “What nonsense is this?”
“I have to tell you, kov,” said Elten Larghos in a direct metallic voice, “if you try to harm this gentleman I shall kill you, immediately, without reck of the consequences.”
Brannomar swung to face him and it was quite clear he’d never heard Larghos speak in that deadly tone of voice before.
“Now, now,” I said. “Lahal, Larghos. There’s no need of killing among friends.”
“Majister!” spluttered Brannomar. “What the hell is going on?”
Elten Larghos in his usual diplomatic voice said: “Hyr Kov Brannomar, you have the honor to be in the presence of Dray Prescot.”
Brannomar opened his mouth, shut it, and still carrying his sword he crossed to his chair and sat down. Rather, he collapsed into the seat. “
