Chapter 20
Grogan looked around at the gathered villagers. All seemed to be present except for Malachi. Lola, riding high in her own esteem from assembling them together, had said she’d met him, and Malachi had told her to get everyone while he went to the dogs.
But the dogs were still in their cage, and Malachi had vanished.
“Shall I go find him?” Jordan was now adorned with all the weapons he possessed. A spear across his back. A couple of knives in his belt, three arrows with nails as points in an improvised quiver tied to his calf, a bow held in one hand and a club in the other.
Grogan snorted. “Leave the bow and arrows.”
“But -”
“You don’t know how to use them. You’d probably end up killing one of our people.”
Jordan sighed: killing a villager wasn’t something he worried unduly
