Chapter ten
Of Spikatur and Princess LilahThe first really hard information I obtained about the secret society calling itself Spikatur Hunting Sword came from a strong-faced swordsman who had parried a trifle too late, and taken a nasty thrust through his side. He had recovered and gone on to beat his man, a Rapa of the blues, but in the barracks he lay in pain on his pallet waiting for the needleman. I stayed at his side. He called for water and I fetched it. Helping to prop up his head so that he might drink more easily, I heard his sunken whisper of thanks. “By Sasco! I think I am done for.”
“Nonsense, Pergon. The needleman will have you right in a trice.” I bent closer. The stubble on his chin glistened. “Tell me about Spikatur. I do not think you are going to die, but—”
“I feel my
