Golden Scorpio

Chapter seventeen-2

Naghan ti Lodkwara and his Hawkwas, riding the benhoffs we had taken, formed a small guard reserve. And I became aware of a monstrous shadow at my back, and turned, and, lo! There rode Korero, bearing an enormous shield. He met my eyes and he looked abruptly shifty.

“Why do you ride there, Korero?”

“You have given me no place in this phalanx, Jak the Drang. I remember what I remember. This shield is large enough for the two of us.”

All I could do was say: “You are right welcome, Korero the Shield. But guard yourself, you hear?”

As I swung back to check the progress of the phalanx I found myself muttering darkly: “What in the sweet name of Opaz will Turko the Shield say?”

Cleitar the Smith rode with us and he carried the standard. This was a large banner of crimson with the yellow salt