(eng) Alan Burt Akers - Dray Prescot 38 by Scorpio Reborn

Author:Scorpio Reborn [Reborn, Scorpio]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter eleven

She reacted to that.

Her face, taut as it was, tightened still further.

“Well, you hulu! Oh, you!”

“There’s no time to explain now—” I began, using the time-honored formula. “We have to—”

“I agree explanations can wait.” She had had a shock. Well, that was easily understood. By Djan! When you found out somebody else besides yourself served the Star Lords, was a kregoinye, well, that came as a body blow, believe you me! “You’ve kept this from me all along. Still—” here she glanced towards the exit. “Still, it does explain a great deal. All right, cabbage. If the Everoinye have sent you along to assist me, then assist! We’ll have to clear out of here right now.”

With that I perfectly agreed.

I said: “The worry is Hangol. It seems we must remain with the caravan. That is clear. If Hangol—”

“I’ll do the thinking. What I cannot understand is why the Everoinye should employ a weakling, and why, by Spurl, they should saddle me with him.”

She gave me no time to answer. She padded over to the outside flapped opening, glanced through, didn’t turn her head as she said: “Come on, cabbage.”

Shades of Strom Irvil of Pine Mountain! At least Mevancy hadn’t thought to call me a body slave, as Strom Irvil in his bluff numim way had, and into the bargain calling me Zaydo, as he called all his body servants Zaydo.

She slid through the opening and again I admired the slim suppleness of her, lissom and lithe, straight after being lashed up like a carcass.

She of the Veils had risen and washed down her pink and golden light as I followed Mevancy. The camp was relatively quiet, with the stamp and snort of beasts, the odd noises that seem to have their origins in no known source, a dog barking — that was Lady Floria’s obnoxious little white thing, all belly and jaws. She stepped over the two guards, daintily, without a word. The questions I wanted to ask her boiled up in my head as, clearly, the questions she wanted to ask fizzled in hers. Well, all that could wait. We had to decide what to do — rather, Mevancy the kregoinye was going to decide what to do!

In one sense the most important thing to know was — just who did the Star Lords wish us to protect?

Mevancy headed off to her own tent and cart, abandoned when we’d cut and run.

Over her shoulder she snapped: “Get your gear. We’ll take what we need and follow the caravan at a discreet distance. If anything happens we’ll be within striking distance.”

Yes, well, and of course. That was one solution.

For all her hoity-toity ways, this girl was a genuine; I sensed that. I liked her anyway. So I gave up any notion of a showdown to see who was boss.

“Right,” I said, and cut along to where Snuffles still waited.

Mounting up I swung his head around and trotted towards Mevancy’s tent.

Now I wouldn’t have been in the least surprised if, when we rode out, the blue Scorpion had arisen balefully over us and thrown us back into the camp.

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