Chapter eighteenNath Javed — Nath the Impenitent, Old Hack ’n’ Slay — said: “By Vox, Jak! Going adventuring again! Diashum! Indubitably magnificent!”
Seg bent a look on him that stopped the Impenitent in his tracks. “Ah—” he said, “Jak — I mean Drajak—”
“Quite.” Seg turned that powerful handsome face of his away and went on as though there had been no interruption. “I agree entirely, my old Impenitent. But we do have more bodies with us now.”
What my blade comrade said was perfectly true. The flier provided by the Vallian Air Service cut sweetly through the fresh Kregan air. With her flew a little armada of vollers scraped up from here and there carrying the volunteers. These folk came from a number of different sources and I had to hope they’d all get on, one lot with another. If they
