“That’s him in his place,” said Tyr. They stepped out of hiding as Gizhurthra’s dog appeared, scuttling down from the house. It stopped, yapped at them and went off after its master.
“Well!” breathed Azhur, astonished. “I think they’re quite determined to give their herbs to Yauva. You’d better tell Wyrdha.”
“And Dad. Gizhurthra’s a big enough loony without that other one hangin’ about. Come on, we’ll go round by our house so he don’t think we’ve come down this way.”
They entered the glowing square and edged along the houses, slipping through long shadows as if through forest trees till they stood by the forge door.
“What’s that word?” said Tyr suddenly
“Hm?”
“The one that’s against the law.”
“Oh. Well, I didn’t think anybody knew that word now.”
“Well, he did, didn’t he?”
“Yes, h
