The voller inched in. Another foot or so and I could leap the gap.
“Not while that cramph of a Kov remains out of a madhouse!”
More shouts and whisperings, and the voller edging closer, the watchful Gerawin circling ...
“You have no chance of escape, Chaadur!”
About that time, realizing I had no bow, they took down a couple of the mantlets. I could see the Hikdar yelling at me, the pressing mass of bowmen, and Kov Ornol ham Feoste, too, shaking his thraxter at me, all on the deck of the voller.
No Hikdar, even an ord-Hikdar, was going to argue overlong with a Kov.
And the voller inched in ...
I had to consider the Gerawin most carefully. They would see the impossible situation in which I was held, and would know escape was impossible. All the same, being guards by nature, they would
