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Chapter fifteen
Chapter fifteen In the leem pitGloag wanted to fight for me. “No,” I said. “Give me a spear,” he growled in that rumbling voice. “It is my business.” “Your business is my business. At least, a spear.” “You will be killed.” “I know the warrens. Without me, you will be killed.” “I know,” I said. “Then we will both be killed. Give me a spear.” I turned to Wanek, leader of the Noble House of Eward. “Give my friend a spear.” “Now may the light of Father Mehzta-Makku shine on us both.” From Wanek I obtained a high-quality rapier and dagger, and in return told him who had been the last owner of the rapier I bore. His delight at holding the trophy wrested from his hated enemy was keen. “You said the hilt has value,” I said. “And, here, will you keep these gems in trust for me?” I ha
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