The Wizard of Loh was both right and wrong. When the newcomers walked out into the chamber we saw that they were the people belonging to Kov Loriman the Hunter. He strode ahead, swinging his sword about, enraged, looking for quarry. He had only two slaves and many of his fighting men carried bundles of loot.
The pappattu was made and he gave me a queasy look for which I did not blame him. After all, I could easily be a monster waiting the opportunity to rend him into pieces. But Quienyin’s word sufficed.
“These passages writhe like a boloth’s guts,” Loriman said, and his full fleshy face exhibited passion. “When do we get to the real treasure house? By Spikatur Hunting Sword! I need to get my hands on—” He checked himself and then blustered on— “Gold and gems! Aye, by Sasco! That is what
