“You two. Brothers. Twins. Names?”
They swallowed, alike as twins, alike as twins ought to be and so often are not.
“Please, your honor, I am Tarbil the Brown.”
“And, if it pleases your worship, I am Tarbil the Gray.”
“It pleases me, Tarbils both,” I said. “I saw. And I heard. Why did you attend this meeting tonight?”
Both spoke at once, then Tarbil the Gray yielded to Tarbil the Brown. “Our lives are poor, your honor. We thought there might be a little... fun.”
“I would like to know why you did not shout for Chyyan with the rest.”
“These people, your honor, would bring back slavery.”
“Ah!” I said, understanding. I looked at the mob. “And that sweaty one whom you dragged back. He was your master?”
“Aye, your honor. We were slaves from childhood until the High Kov said all slaves m
