X | Escape
“Do you understand what I just told you?” Jamais looked at her as though baffled by her unresponsiveness.
Shekalane came out of it as if from a dream, said, “Mm.”
To Dravidian he said: “That isn’t much of a weapon, if there’s trouble. I assume you are handy with it?”
Shekalane continued to rub him with her foot. “There’s more to it than meets the eye.”
Dravidian gazed off as though still feeling the effect of the drink. “As ferrymen, we are trained to master our weapon.” He looked at Shekalane, who met his gaze. “If subtlety is required, I assure you, I can use it to ... part a peach, smoothly, in total darkness. If, however, brute force is desired ... I have been trained to ... smite an opponent again and again: fast, hard, unrelenting ... without tiring ... and with devas
