In the room, within a glass case set upon a silver and balass table, we found an object upon which we gazed with great speculation. It was a key. It was fashioned from silver. It was an ordinary key.
“Not, I think,” said Ariane, “one of the parts of the Key—”
“That, lady, is obvious!” snorted Kov Loriman.
“In that case, kov,” pointed out Tyfar, “there should be no difficulty for you to smash the glass and take the key. Surely?”
But Loriman was a Hunter and was not to be snared like that.
“Before I tell one of my paktuns to take the key, we will look more thoroughly.”
That made sense, and so we searched the chamber.
We found nothing else and Loriman told one of his men to break the glass. The Chulik polished up his tusks with a wetted thumb and started forward, and Tyfar said, “Kov!
