Chapter eleven
The Golden Chavonth leads us a danceThe two swifters leaped across the last gap of water at each other like sea-leems.
The answer to the question that formed in my mind was: Of course I damned well could! I was an old mercenary, an old reiver. When men sought to slay me no matter who they were — by the Black Chunkrah! — I’d slay them first! And there was the green standard of my Lady of the Stars to consider. Was a man’s life, the life of a Brother Krozair of Zy, worth more or less than a scrap of green silk given into my care by a girl? How could such idiotic and callous thoughts even occur to me? Had this girl, this beloved of Gafard, this Lady of the Stars, addled my wits?
There had to be a way — a way of honor.
The arrows rained down about me now and I cursed the stu
