Chapter threeAlmost instantly Palfrey let out a scream — really the yelp he let out was more like a mouse squeak. The two guards ran on, heads high, chests outthrust, pacing Dagert of Paylen stride for stride. Well, that was their duty, what they were paid for. I glanced back.
Palfrey’s shock of tow hair swung wildly as he danced and hobbled along, trying to clutch at his ankle and at the same time run after us.
Dagert did not turn his head.
“Come along, Palfrey, you hulu! Bratch!”
“I’m wounded, I’m wounded!” The words tumbled out all mixed up with squeakings and panting. “I’m skewered through!”
“No you’re not!” Dagert hadn’t even glanced back. “A scratch.”
“Mama Thehico the Healer aid me! Help!”
Not sure to be amused or annoyed I swung back and seized the servant up under the armpi
