The Havilfar Cycle II

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fourteen

Jikaida en passantA blank followed that performance until I found myself back in my rooms in the inn, with Chido much perplexed and worried and declaring that, by Krun, he’d never known me like this before, old fellow. I took a stiff drink of wine; the stuff tasted foul, unmixed as it was, and I spat it out.

I said to Chido: “You’re a good fellow, Chido. But leave me alone right now. I have some thinking to do—”

“If that’s the way of it, Hamun...” He brightened. “I’ve engaged to race old Tothord.” He hovered, hesitating. “Well, Remberee, Hamun. I’ll see you.”

“Remberee, Chido.”

When he had gone, shaking his head, I stretched out on the bed, shooed Nulty away, threw a boot at the Fristle, Salima, who wanted to comfort me, and I fell into dark and evil thoughts.

How lo