Chapter nineteen“Grak! Grak!”
The hateful word cracked out over the meaty sounds of whips and cries of pain. The thoughtless cruelty all about had driven many folk insane. The survivors worked and did what was commanded — and ate.
There is quite enough cruelty in two worlds. There is no need for me to belabor the point in my narrative, no need gratuitously to add to the catalogue of horrors poor suffering mankind and womankind must endure.
When you have seen two naked women, both mothers of young babes, fighting, clawing, scratching, biting, over a rotten fish head in the gutter, then, my friend, you do not lightly talk of horrors.
The Shank guards had evidently been chosen from those Fish Faces who by threatening gesture and the use of a few words of command in Kregish could keep cont
