Bayaz shook his head. “Taking forms. A dread and insidious trick.”
“Came up and knocked him on the head with a pan. Well, I say knocked. Smashed his skull to mush, didn’t you?” He grinned over at the apprentice, who sat staring out across the plain. “He hits hard for a thin man, our boy, eh? Shame about that pan, though.”
Quai stayed hunched on his cart. “Well enough.”“Well enough? That’s all? You have learned to stay silent, then, at least.How did you teach him that, Bayaz? That I never could make him learn.”Bayaz frowned up at Quai. “I hardly had to.”
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