4
Fledglings
“Morgath Durnholm was the most dreaded pirate in the entire history of the Treaty Realms.”
Lyvia’s words were muffled somewhat by the scarf she had fastened over her nose and mouth in an effort to assuage the stink, but Shamil detected the heat in her words, nonetheless.
“He didn’t seem . . . piratical.”
“What?”
Like her, he had covered his mouth so was obliged to pull down the black silk kerchief in order to repeat himself. “He didn’t seem . . .” Shamil choked off as the miasma that filled the roofless channel immediately assailed his nostrils and throat. He coughed, fixing his kerchief back in place and shaking his head.
“They say he took over a hundred ships,” she went on, grunting as she forced her shovel through a particularly stubborn mound. Once dislodged from th
