seems.’ ‘We have it, Blackwing.’ ‘The Khundryl.’ Surprise flitted on the warrior’s battered face. ‘You honour us, but no. We strove to break the one named Korbolo Dom, but failed. The answer is not the Khundryl.’ ‘Then you do honour to Korbolo Dom?’ The war chief spat at that, growled his disbelief. ‘Spirits below! You cannot be such a fool! The answer this day . . .’ The war chief yanked free his tulwar from its leather sheath, revealing a blade snapped ten inches above the hilt. He raised it over his head and bellowed, ‘The Wickans! The Wickans! The Wickans!’
