C54 Chapter 54

The magistrate arrived two days later. He was fat, as magistrates tend to be, with dark hair and a small nose. He sat on his small throne on a raised dais and regarded Brenn and Dayl with curiosity as they were brought in.

”Do you speak Hanoan?” asked the magistrate. His voice sounded as if he needed to swallow a mouth full of saliva.

”I do, magistrate,” Brenn said. ”But, my friend does not