‘That went well.’ ‘Rissarh had a knife,’ Bugg said, ‘tucked up along her wrist.’ ‘She did? Tucked up?’ ‘Yes, master.’ Tehol walked to the ladder. ‘I trust you had your own knives close to hand.’ ‘I don’t have any knives.’ Tehol paused, one hand on the nearest rung. ‘What? Well, where are all our weapons?’ ‘We don’t have any weapons, master.’ ‘None? Did we ever?’ ‘No. Some wooden spoons…’ ‘And are you adept with them?’ ‘Very.’ ‘Well, that’s all right, then. You coming?’ ‘In a moment, master.’ ‘Right, and be sure to clean up. This place is a dreadful mess.’ ‘If I find the time.’
