Chapter nineteen“Other hands! You mean to say, cabbage, the other hands belong to an assassin?”
“And a very smart well set-up young fellow he is, to be sure.”
“Caspar Del Vanian? What kind of name is that, for the sweet sake of Gahamond?”
No doubt the good Vallian name sounded odd down here in Loh, she was just making a fuss because she’d been surprised. People of Kregen are well accustomed to hearing and using all manner of weird and outlandish names.
“He must come from some country to the north. You’ll have to ask him when he gets here.”
“By Spurl! I’ll ask him a lot more than that!”
Her color glowed in our sitting room. Carefully, for she was running this show — was she not? — I said: “No doubt he will make it look like an accident. But in any event Chandro must—”
I had not been
