Chapter eighteen
Saenda and Quaesa exert themselvesThree spears flashed toward us.
We were: one, a Rapa mercenary; two, a Khamorro; and, three, an Earthman who had made Kregen his home.
We reacted in three different ways.
With a fluid litheness of movement so fast no untrained eye could follow him, Turko slid the spear and it thunked solidly into the lenken door.
With the least amount of physical effort, Rapechak let his body lean to the side, and as a precaution, thrust up his forearm, so that the spear hissed past, to thunk into the door alongside the other.
I, Dray Prescot, had to show off — and yet, in truth, my way had been proved in the past and was to prove in the future by far the superior — and I had not needed the Krozairs of Zy to teach me this. I took the spear out of the
