Chapter fourFweygo just went bull-headed for the Rapa. The fellow was one of those vulture-headed Rapas, blackly-feathered. His beaked face shocked in startlement, and no wonder. Suddenly, apparently from nowhere, two fighting men blocked him from carrying out this easy assignment. Fweygo roared in, his sword a bar of reflected light in the corridor lamps’ glow.
That left the two Brokelsh to me. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Fweygo, a glorious golden Kildoi, would deal with the Rapa in extremely short order, and that was the more important of the two fights here.
Nandisha kept up her shrieking. “Help me! Help!”
There was just time to hear Fweygo bellow: “Rofi! Rolan! Stand out of the way — now!” Then I gave the nearest Brokelsh a clout over the head with the steel guarde
