The pommel came off and fell to roll away somewhere under the crowding feet. Brannomar upended the sword and shook. A chunk of lead plopped out.
“Ah!” exclaimed the Lord Jazipur. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
The young fellow I had taken the instant and, to be honest, almost irrational dislike to shoved in further. He jostled Khonstanton.
Mak Khon twisted and looked down and his face showed a heavy flush of anger. “Have a care, Ortyg!”
“There is no chance for you, kov!” flared this fellow Prince Ortyg. “It is you who should have a care!”
“We shall see what the Red One brings, prince. You would do well to bear that in mind.”
“As should you bear in mind the fate of all traitors!”
What might have occurred then Opaz alone knows. Brannomar shook the sword. Everyone expected something to
