“Onkers,” I said. “Get onkers.”
“Next time—”
“Next time teach ’em with steel!”
And I stomped away.
Kov Thrangulf was staring at me as though I was a madman.
“That was Prince Tyfar to whom you had the honor of addressing yourself—”
“I know. And he’ll be a prince in that tentacular beast’s inward parts if he doesn’t look lively!”
Kov Loriman stumped over. He had elected to stay with the last party, which did not surprise me. Despite all the horrors of this place I had the dark suspicion that he rather fancied getting his blade into one of those red eyes.
“The prince was given the task because he is a prince and the son of a prince. But if he cannot manage—”
“He will,” I said. “Kov. Do not fret.” Then I added ominously, “By the time it is our turn that beast is not going peaceably ba
