Chapter fifteen
Of San Guiskwain the WithererThey tied me up as they would tie up any common criminal and chucked me into a narrow wooden stockade by the town wall. Captive — I was a captive once more. Well, by Zair, I’ve been captive before on Kregen and plenty of times since that occasion in Hockwafernes. Being a Captive of Kregen is an occupational hazard to a wild leem of a fellow like me. Or so I am led to believe.
The guards were prattling on about the great news the trylon had brought and how on the morrow the tremendous ceremony would be performed and all the promised and looked-for supernatural powers would come to the assistance of the Hawkwas.
Male and female guards took turn and turn about to stand watch outside the wooden cell.
The thongs broke free after a bur or so. I st
