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’I should like to meet Humbrall Taur someday,’ Itkovian murmured

’My father can crush a man’s chest in his embrace He can wield hook-swords in both hands and slay ten warriors in a span of heartbeats Yet what the clans fear ence Of his ten children, Hetan is most like him in that wit’

’She affects a blunt forthrightness’

Cafal grunted ’As does our father I warn you now, Shield Anvil, she has lowered her lance in your direction and sighted along its length You shall not escape She will bed you despite all your vows, and then you shall belong to her’

’You are hast bared his filed teeth, said nothing

You too have your father’s wit, Cafal, as you deftly turn hast with yet another bold assault on my honour

A dozen paces behind the of priests and priestesses lining the edge of the floor ’YouSpirits’ remains must wait-’

Rath’Shadowthrone snorted ’Until when? Until the Pannions have co the city? Why not call upon your father and have hihast? Have hie, and then you and your kin can cart away these bones in peace and with our blessing!’

’No Fight your oar’

’The Pannions shall devour you once we’re gone!’ Rath’ Shadowthrone shrieked ’You are fools! You, your father! Your clans! All fools!’

Hetan grinned ’Is it panic I see on your god’s face?’

The priest hunched suddenly, rasped, ’Shadowthrone never panics’

’Then it must be the mortal man behind the fa?ade,’ Hetan concluded with a triu, Rath’Shadowthrone wheeled and pushed through his co as he hurried from the chamber

Hetan clambered up from the pit ’I am done here Cafal! We return to the barracks!’

Brukhalian reached down to help Itkovian clihtened the Mortal Sword pulled him close ’Escort these two,’ heplanned for the removal of-’