Chapter seventeen
Concerning a toad’s supperWe hit the water with an almighty splash.
Deep, we were dragged, deep beneath the surface. The tentacle constricted about me like a steel band, trapping my left arm. The short sword remained in its scabbard. There was no time now to wonder how Nath fared. In that automatic gasp as the tentacle caught me and hauled me down, my lungs had not exactly equipped me for a dive underwater.
Accounted a merman as a swimmer and a fish as a diver though I may be, I am only apim. Air! If I didn’t get a breath of fresh air pretty damn quick I was done for.
The old sailor knife scabbarded over my right hip came out with oiled sweetness.
I knew where the tentacle was, all right, I could feel it pressing in on my chest. I put the knife against it and then wi
