Chapter sixteenThis was a moment when I’d have welcomed with the utmost fervor the sight of a couple of juruks of my lads of the Guard Corps, yes, by Vox!
As it was, we must hold to the plan and do what we could.
“Bows!” I snapped it out, harsh and flat.
One inestimable advantage we had. Our shootists were Bowmen and Bowmaids of Loh. Naturally, not every inhabitant of Loh is a Bowman. And not all Bowmen approach even remotely the superb skills of someone like Seg — well, that is a stupidly superfluous remark. There is, in my opinion, and a not so humble opinion at that, no archer in two worlds to rival Seg Segutorio.
These rabbity old thoughts went whirling through my brain as our archers stood up and drew and loosed.
From heaps of rubble, from broken walls, from gap-toothed house fro
