Chapter five
How Loriman the Hunter returned to lifeDour, stocky, withdrawn people, malkos, prone to savagery beyond the bounds of reason. They have much body hair. Their gorilla-like faces are capable of expressions, emotions clearly discernable to any apim. Now, as they battled back at us, after lust came rage.
Seg’s quiver was empty. So that was the real reason he had stopped shooting. His sword flamed alongside mine.
No fighting is a pretty affair, no matter how the romanticists attempt to dress it up in fine language. Oh, yes, there is a panache, a surge of blood and a feeling that what you are about, being worthwhile, uplifts the spirits. But it is a dreadful business. When a heavy steel blade swishes through the air powered by the muscles and energy of a full-grown man, and strik
