Chapter three
Unmok and I agree to quarrel“Wriggled like a beetle stuck through with a pin, did he?” Unmok spoke with great satisfaction. He was not a bloodthirsty man, as I well knew, and he’d always avoid a fight and pay someone else to take the knocks if he could. If he had to fight, then he would take his part bravely. “Serve him good. Although, to be sure, Jak, I didn’t know you had friends in Huringa.”
“The capital is big enough to take in all kinds.”
“I didn’t mean that! And you know it, you hairy apim!”
“Well, that fellow may be gone. I wish we knew if Noran intends to send anyone else after us.”
We sat at the table in our camp with Froshak the Shine, Unmok’s big Fristle assistant, and now Froshak, who spoke so seldom as to be regarded as Froshak the Silent, leaned forward and
