Chapter fourteen“The Watch! The Watch! Run! Run!”
The bellow burst over all the noise of the mob. Then, in an even louder roar: “Run! Katakis!”
That old foretop hailing voice struck immediate terror into the young hooligans. For a single moment only they stood, petrified, suddenly silent. They all knew that the infamous City Watch rarely interfered with big gang fights. In a small local disturbance like this, a petty rumble, the Katakis would come leaping in like leems, arresting anyone who looked likely. They’d be out for slaves. There’d be a nice profit to be turned here.
Again I yelled, running up and waving my arms.
“Run, you famblys! The Kataki Watch!”
That did it. Like a bunch of terrified ponshos as the werstings close in, they turned and ran. They ran in a helter-skelter bunch
