25 A Messenger at the Tower“THAT WERE BLOODY QUEER,” said Tyr. He sat on the floor by his bunk, hugging his drawn-up knees.
“It was awful,” said Authran, sprawled on his own bunk and still half in shock. “Worse than queer, just awful.”
Tyr made a distressed snorting sound, “No, I mean, do y’ think somebody’d worked it all out and writ it down like the players do and we was just actin’ it out.”
“How so?”
“Well, I mean, first Azhur says he’s goin’ to meet us, and the day he says just happens to be the day Naida wants to see her cousin—”
“Oh dear, yes, poor old things. Hope they’re all right.”
“Ran, will y’ shut up? And they arrive in Valderthaan they just happen to fancy a bit of scran at The Cure—I mean, bloody hell, why The Cure? And it’s exactly the same time we turn up, and it’s on
