She could hear the smile in his voice. “You’d be the best of yaks.” Was that a compliment? An insult? She wasn’t sure, and at the moment, she didn’t much care. “Yaks complain, but they’re smart. As smart as horses. And curious. And they don’t suffer fools.” Halla sighed, rolling over. Her back screamed. “I wish I didn’t suffer fools.” “You needn’t suffer them any longer.” She opened her eyes. “What? Why not?” “Because I will dispose of them for you.”
