The Pandahem Cycle I

Chapter eleven

Chapter eleven

Of another fistThe smells of cooking wafted deliciously from the back quarters of The Dragon’s Roost. The scurry of slaves intruded an unpleasant note into an idyllic scene; but all in Opaz’s good time we would remove the blot of slavery from Paz. We followed Hop the Intemperate through a room stuffed with sacks and boxes of food and hanging garlands of vegetables, and along a corridor. The kitchens lay ahead, and my mouth watered.

Hop opened the door and motioned for us to go through.

Seg went first.

I followed.

As I turned to look back for Hop an object of considerable hardness, some size, of rugged knobbyness and traveling at a goodly speed slap-bang-crashed into my chin.

I went over backwards, upsetting a pile of copper pots.

Girls started screaming. Steam filled