Chapter thirteen
Loriman the Hunter listens to meIn that fraught moment I knew there’d be no hesitation in my blade comrade, Seg Segutorio. Not a single whisker of hesitation, by the Veiled Froyvil, no!
With a desperate twist and jerk and a cunning arm lock, I managed to swivel Loriman around sideways.
The cruelly barbed arrow from Seg’s bow went thwunk! most evilly into the wooden bulwark.
“Hold on, Seg!” I yelled. “The i***t has it all wrong!”
By this time, I may say, Loriman’s dagger was in my fist and he was inspecting the point with apoplectic eyes that wanted to cross.
“You rast!” he managed to choke out. “I’ll have you jikaidered and then your tripes drawn and your—”
“Quiet down, Loriman.” I held him in a Krozair grip on his neck so that he could barely move and speaking cost
