Chapter four
Horrors in the Coup BlagOur greetings were necessarily brief, for, as Seg said: “There’s an unfriendly monster fellow with a horrendous set of gnashers chasing us. I’ve shafted two of his eyes; but we need to find a little space to tackle him properly.”
Nath the Impenitent, bulking hugely in the passage, roared on half-dragging the suddenly unimposing form of Kov Loriman the Hunter.
The Hunting Kov was a husk of his former self. Gone were the bluster and arrogance. Gone was his imperious look. He appeared shrunken. Since his lady had been slain and swallowed up in the earth, he had scarcely moved under his own volition.
“Hai, Jak,” rasped out Nath the Impenitent, fiery-faced, spiky with contained anger. “We must get on. The beast is snapping at my heels.”
There was no tim
