Chapter eleven
Escape under the Moons of KregenThe rapier went back into the scabbard with a snick.
I said, “If you shout loudly enough, Rees, you fambly, the whole camp will know we have escaped.”
“By Krun!” said the Trylon Rees of the Golden Wind, stepping forward and looking around him. “You are a changed man from our days in Ruathytu, so help me Opaz!”
“And you, too, Rees, old fellow. Has Opaz then conquered you? What of Havil the Green?”
“This is no time to argue theology, Hamun! For the good graces of Hanitcha the Harrower, let us get out of here!”
This was to be expected. The plan that had instantly flown into my head demanded a few murs alone, and yet I should have known that Rees, that glorious golden Numim who — I counted myself fortunate — was a friend as well as an enemy,
