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Nhar's belly and guts had just been ejected from his body, as if an unseen hand had reached down his throat and pulled them out

Nhar made a number of hideous sounds, but within seconds he was silent and still

Marok eyed the tent, and said, "Brothers, would anyone else care to dispute my arbitration?"

A Cane's hand appeared froh to pull the entrance flap closed again

Varg let out a chuckling growl

Marok reached into his own pouch and drew out a roll of fine cloth He wrapped it around his ar it off with his teeth when he'd used enough He then offered the roll of cloth to Tavi

Tavi inclined his head to thenodded to hih he did not do it nearly so s capped the vial and offered it back to Marok with another bow Marok accepted the vial, and said, "This will continue when you are recovered, Tavar I will keep the accounting It will be accurate"

"It was an honor to meet you, sir," Tavi replied

They exchanged parting bows, and Tavi and Varg continued their rounds of the ca said, "You will return to your tent now"

"I' snorted "You will return to your tent now, or I will take you there Yourdesire to see you back safely"

Tavi smiled tiredly "I do feel a bit less than myself, I suppose Will this end our trouble with the ritualists?"

"No," Varg said "They will embrace some new idiocy to that"

"But for today, we're quit of the flicked his ears in assent "Marok will keep them off-balance for months after today"

Tavi nodded "I'm sorry About the makers who died I wish I hadn't had to do that"

"I wish that, too," Varg said He looked at Tavi "I respect you, Tavar But my people are more important to me than you are I have used you to help remove a deadly threat to them - Khral and his idiocy Should you become a threat to the less," Tavi said "I will see you in the rowled assent "Aye And may all of our enemies be in front of us"

Chapter 29~30

Chapter 29

Tavi lay on his cot in the command tent while the Tribune Medica of the First Aleran, Foss, argued with everyone

"I don't care if he can eat sand and crap gold!" Foss snarled, his black beard bristling "He's a crowbegotten Cane, and he's bloodied up the captain!"

"Is the captain in any danger?" Crassus asked, his voice calm

"Not at the moment," Foss said "But you can't expect s bleed our bloody First Lord to be!"