“He does not deal with unworthy thieves and common criminals like yourselves,” replied the Duke, “What have you done with the townsfolk?”
“Check your slave markets,” I said dismissively, “You’ll find a few hundred of them there. Their leader was a portly, greying, middle-age man dressed in fine robes. xxx18 A man’s height deep and three paces wide, it would significantly slow any enemy charge. His nose flared and his lips worked soundlessly. Hundreds and hundreds of spearheads glistened in the noonday sun, causing the water to shimmer like the ocean. Even Sigurd here was laughing! She wore nothing save a knife scabbard strapped to her left leg and the bandaged around her midriff.
