Chapter eleven
Lobur the Dagger fidgets“Our spies in Vallia,” said Kov Naghan, “report massive preparations. An enormous buildup is taking place in that devilish land. And therefore it is necessary for us to reinforce Pandahem.”
Vad Homath, stroking his scar, said, “I agree — if it is Pandahem.”
They sat at their ease at a table in the window corner of the Golden Zhantil, these two Kapts with other high-ranking officers and pallans, and with Prince Nedfar. I closed my eyes, leaning against the wall at a discreet distance. Prince Tyfar was signaling for a fresh round of drinks, and I listened as best I could to what this informal war-council discussed. It was not satisfactory and only Zair knew how different from what I anticipated and hoped — but... But! Spies in Vallia! Damned Hamalese
