Chapter 13Heirn started violently and jumped up with a cry, knocking his chair over. The plate slithered to the edge of the table then tumbled off and broke noisily as it struck the floor.
‘Tricks!’ Heirn shouted angrily. ‘Damn you. I should’ve known.’ He levelled a fist at Atlon. ‘Out! Now! Do you think I’m a child? This is Arash-Felloren. You don’t trade here without meeting every conceivable piece of charlatan trickery sooner or later.’
Atlon looked up at him in considerable alarm. The smith’s menacing figure filled the entire room.
‘He thinks you’re throwing your voice,’ Dvolci hissed urgently.
Heirn made to move around the table to implement his command by force. Dvolci scrambled on to the table, stood on his hind legs, and let out a series of high-pitched and piercing whistles wh
