Chapter twenty-2

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“There’s no time for that now. We have to get away.” He gave an abrupt nod. He was handsome in his own dark and raffish way and now those clear-cut features set impassionately. “Of course.” “Affleck!” I called, swinging about. The Gon was gone. Affleck the Wine had taken the opportunity to scuttle back to his vats. I glared at Dagert of Paylen. “D’you know your way around this confounded place?” “Come on.” Without hesitation he started for the door. I followed. I did not scabbard the braxter — just in case, by Djan! Together we ran along corridors and through pleasant rooms. We reached double doors before which a wounded Hytak lay, blood seeping from his side. He lifted one hand painfully. Dagert went headlong through the open doorway and I almost trod on his heels. The moment I saw

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