Chapter nineteen
Kov Hurngal’s treachery is repaidWhen the shouting and raging and futile hammering at the door at last finished, I thought Kov Loriman was in fair case to blow up completely. The choleric face was a single scarlet blot, the eyebrows marvels of bristling anger, and he kept opening and closing his fists like claws, as though he had Hurngal’s neck fast clenched there.
“The treacherous traitorous bastard!” he choked out, stuttering with the rage that possessed him.
I caught Seg’s eye and nodded so we took ourselves off out of it for a space. Nath followed us. He looked downcast.
I said: “Did any of you see the outside of that damned door when we marched in?”
“No. Both leaves were folded right back against the wall.” Seg spoke quite calmly. “The Rapa says there was a bar a
