Chapter four“Brassud!” snapped Dagert of Paylen. “Or, as Malahak is my witness I shall burn your tail!”
Palfrey tried to brace himself up. “Notor,” he quavered, “may Kaerlan the Merciful smile on us now! Let us get out of this terrible place before the evils of Kuerden the Merciless fall upon us.”
One of the men at arms mumbled: “Amen to that, notor, by Havil the Green.”
“Go on! Go on!” ordered Dagert. “Bratch!”
Palfrey bratched, jumping forward like a startled deer into the roofed darkness. Only moments later the nose of a small four-place flier eased out and she settled on the paving beside Dagert.
Palfrey’s face, showing immediate signs of indigestion, peered down from the controls abaft the tiny windscreen. The guards waited.
“Up with you!” commanded Dagert. He turned to me and i
