Chapter eleven
Prince TyfarWell, I mean — where on two worlds these day can you expect to stroll along and pick up gold just lying about without something getting in the way? And — magic as well?
So there were monsters.
Hunch gave me a queasy look.
Nodgen rumbled that, by Belzid’s Belly, he wished he had his spear with him.
Hitching up the coil of rope, which had an infuriating habit of slipping, I said, “I’d as lief have these chains off. They do not make for easy expeditioning.”
“Galid the Krevarr has the key.”
On we went until our way was halted by a press of slaves crowding back in the center of a wide and shadowed hall. Tall black drapes hung at intervals around the walls, and cressets lit the place fitfully. A monstrous stone idol reared up facing us, bloated, swag-bellied, fi
