Chapter fifteen
Of the cost of discoveryThe Chulik took his helmet off his belt and put it on, covering up the golden-covered skull of which he was so proud. Pride is one emotion Chuliks know. Trained from birth to be fighting men and mercenaries, they know little of the gentler human emotions. His three-inch tusks stuck up from the corners of his mouth and, of course, they were banded in gold.
“We will get out when we have to, my lady.”
“Yes, Scancho, I do not doubt it for a moment.”
At least somebody was trying to keep their spirits up, then.
The Lady Hebe went on: “It were better if the others do not hear of this at the front. Tell your men the same, Scancho. If they disobey me they know it will go badly for them.”
“Quidang, my lady.”
Giving Seg, Nath, and me a searching stare, s
