The Jhag went to his weapon. ‘What will come of this, Mappo?’ The Trell shook his head. ‘I do not know, but I am filled with dread.’ ‘I shall endeavour to be efficient, then, so as to diminish the duration of your discomfort.’ ‘Clearly impossible,’ Karsa muttered, ‘given your love of words.’ He readied his sword. ‘Be on with it, then, I have a horse to find.’
