Chapter twenty
Combat, blood and deathThe lies tripped off my tongue smoothly enough once I’d figured out what the hell was going on.
In addition, I was now pretty sharp set. The thought of a slap-up meal inside me to fortify the inner man against the hazards ahead tantalized with its unrealizability at the moment.
“...malignancy, and he’ll be flogged jikaider if I have any say in the matter,” Callimark was saying. He looked like a man bluffing away, blustering to conceal his own lapse in duty.
“When the truth is established, Callimark, we’ll flog to your heart’s content.” Noran’s face bore a most unpleasant expression.
“The schrepims have not been found—”
“Your pardon, notor,” said Unmok, his middle left twitching. “But there could be no reason for Froshak to let loose the schrepims
