CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE “RATTLING SABER”
Alone on my sabrun, I landed in the market square of Trazull where yesterday I had announced the search for my brother. It was deep into the Spring Passage by now but still there were no celebrations underway here to rival the kind of city-wide festivals that would be taking place in Nyshphal and many other lands. I suppose a government is needed to plan such affairs, and there is no government in Trazull save the will of mercenaries and pirate captains.
Fewer people were in the square today than before, but it was clear that most knew who I was. Fingers pointed; I heard whispers as I led the saddle bird to the hitching rail in front of the Rattling Saber tavern and tied him off. From beneath the stirrup at the right side of the bird’s saddle, I drew
