Chapter eighteen
“Dray Prescot! Let me go and I will surely kill you!”Strom Murgon opened the door and jumped out. He bellowed up to the coachman: “Shindi!” and went loping into the entranceway after Pando.
Pompino looked at me. His look would have curdled steel at a hundred paces.
I said, “At least your back is not diced up.”
“You degrade my honor, Jak! Why, I would have—”
“Quiet. Coachmen have ears as well as whips.”
Quendur leaned forward.
“I did not understand all that went on. But whatever it was, horter, I thank you. I could not bear to see Lisa flogged.”
“It’s about time you called me Jak, like everyone else. As for what is going on, it is why we came to Tomboram. Now, Quendur, and you, Lisa, will take off as soon as we can get free of this handsome young Strom Murgon.”
Pom
