Jalkan stu blood, teeth, and curses and he clawed at his knife-hilt Keselo&39;s sword, however, ca ite&39;s throat "Drop it, Jalkan," he said quite firht here on the spot" "But this peasant just hitoffense! I&39;m an officer!" "Not anymore, you aren&39;t," Narasan declared in a flat tone of voice "I&39;ve put up with you forthat I&39;ve been waiting for Your arood riddance" "You can&39;t do that!" Jalkan screaold for my commission! Gold!" -from The Treasured One