Chapter six
Natyzha Famphreon sends a requestThe Piebald Zorca had been rebuilt since the earlier structure had been burned down in the Times of Troubles, but the upstairs room was furnished with a faded glory that reminded one of bygone days. There were even black and white decorations to the cornices. They could, of course, have been merely an artist’s fancy...
Nath snorted when he saw the decorations, and chucked his wide-brimmed hat down onto the table. Then he sprawled out in a chair and stuck his black boots out.
“Drinks all round, landlord, and sharpish!”
“At once, my lord.”
Seg and I stared at the person in the black cloak and wearing a black iron mask who rose at our entrance. He wore no weapons. We were fully armed.
“Would I know you, then, koter?” I made the inquiry in a f
