Chapter eleven
Of two kovs at The Dragon’s Roost“So you did come back,” said Mistress Tlima, wiping her floury hands on her blue-striped apron. “I always said you would return, Dray the Bogandur — although you call yourself Jak now.”
“If it please you, Mistress Tlima. It was Jak Dray, anyway.”
“Oh, it is no concern of mine.”
“Named for that pig of an emperor, I suppose,” said Nath the Impenitent. I turned sharply. He spoke quite mildly; yet there was no mistaking the heartfelt anger in his words.
“Pantor Seg,” called Tlima, taking no notice of Nath’s outburst. “Help yourself to some of our local ale. We have palines just collected.”
Seg smiled that winning smile of his. “As ever, you are kind to wandering travelers, Mistress Tlima. And here is this imp Ortyg to plague us further.”
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