Chapter nineteen
A promise of JikaiI, Dray Prescot, of Earth and of Kregen, had failed.
Failed miserably. Failed utterly.
The armed guards and soldiers of Kov Ornol surrounded the shed. The ferocious snarls and howls of the werstings resounded through the pink-lit gloom and I could hear their claws scrabbling at the doors. The Kov and his men were convinced they had me trapped in here, and they would no doubt seek to keep the werstings away from my throat so that their famous laws of Hamal could pronounce upon me. What did the law prescribe for the murder of a Kovneva?
Maybe the Jikhorkdun would be too merciful.
I was absolutely certain that Kov Ornol would go to the full rigors the law allowed in his punishment of me before I was hanged.
All this meant nothing.
All I could think of
