Chapter five
Concerning Nulty’s sword armWe stood in the guardroom and surveyed the five unconscious mercenaries. Nulty’s hands prevented him from helping us tie up the guards. Nath and his companion in misery, Lardo — the other two had died on the flogging frames — were not up to taking part in heavy fighting. Refusing to kill the mercenaries in cold blood, I made sure they were bound and gagged securely. Had I wished them slain they’d have died when we burst in here.
“We’ve made a start,” said Nulty, with a considerable return of his husky manner.
“We’ll never—” began Lardo. He was a squat, bushy man with a bulbous nose.
“Not if you do not believe it,” I said. “We must contact the people loyal to Nulty—”
“Loyal to you, master,” interrupted Nulty, a heinous sin in retainers but one i
