“And in the meantime,” said old Gaur-van with his dark glee, “we’ve got their chum, eh?” He leered at Ilissos with a long, throaty laugh. “You the only one, son? They got more like you?”
The Syrgan was frozen dumb. He had no shred of an idea what all this could mean, but he was terrified to say anything at all, lest he made things worse. V’karra turned his vulture stare on him, so that a cold, sharp tingling went along Ilissos’ arms and hands.
“He is the only one,” said the southerner, and watched his prize with a piercing fascination. “The force that was around him when I discovered him at Falakhoth marks him out. A god stepped between us. They are cunning. They seek to twist the laws of the High Combat, so I withdrew to order my powers. I would not waste them in unlawful struggle.”
Va
