Chapter twelve“All that blood is not yours? You are unharmed? I am amazed.”
“I nearly took your head off!”
“Ah, well, in that I think you were a trifle slow.”
He carried swords in two of his hands. Blood gleamed wetly upon the blades. I thought to needle him a little, gee him up as they say in Clishdrin. I made my voice neutral.
“You were going to the temple. Find the Prism of Power?”
“F’Farhan—” he began. He stopped himself, breathed in, breathed out, started over. He made me hide a smile. He told me that the priest had been very circumspect, very suspicious; but in the end Fweygo wheedled it out of him. Halfway to the temple F’Farhan at last revealed that the Flutubium had been taken by a priest called San Schakaro. He intended to use it for a purpose which Oblifex Cuisar and F’Farh
