This brightened Tyrmar considerably, “That’s different, then.” He turned to the official. “Here, have they got baths? I wouldn’t mind a bath.”
“I’ll see,” said the official. “Possibly.” He sighed. “It’s the chambermaids, you see. Someone is needed to heat the water.” This utterance did not require him to look at Tyrmar or move in the slightest.
“Aye. Well, this feller’s to take us to where they’re puttin’ us up. Old Galdtchav’s gone up the Shrine with Ferret-face. He said Azhur should show Tyr the sights and bring him back later. Said y’d know where to drop him off.”
“Ah,” said Azhur as his eyes lit up. “A tour? Yes, I think I could do that.” And he would have set off at once but there came yells and horses screaming from the bridge. They turned and saw a horseman thundering away from t
