Chapter fifteen
The confidence of the Kov of FalinurThe experiences through which I had gone since escaping from the Humped Land formed a distinct pattern in my head. Finding Turko was not quite the last knot of that pattern. He was, of course, unwilling to leave the Golden Prychan and his wrestling comrades until the business of Andrinos and Saenci had been settled. But, for all that — and I warmed to the idea — he was ragingly eager to return to Vallia.
Born in Herrelldrin though he had been, trained as a Khamorro, rising to a high kham, he now made his home in Valka and regarded himself as a Vallian. Well, did not I, also?
The last knot in this chain would be, of course, Hyrklana.
And that must wait until we had returned to Vallia.
“He has had a fright, that Jimstye Gaptooth,” quot
