Chapter nine
Blades of SpikaturBy the time the suns had set and the Twins, the two second moons of Kregen eternally revolving one about the other and casting down their fuzzy pink light, rose above the pinnacles and rooftops, Nath Tolfeyr had still not put in an appearance at The Blue Zhyan.
It was in my mind to make a round of some of the more insalubrious nightspots of Ruathytu. Nath would have gone with me, for he enjoyed a good carouse as well as the next fellow. Well, if the Bladesman had not shown up by the time the ob-bur clepsydra drained through, I’d be off without him.
What Deb-Lu-Quienyin had both said and not said remained troubling me. He’d called me Jak, as my daughter Jaezila did, and this comforted me. I’d been using the name Jak a great deal just lately, and this new no
