What is the meaning of this!" Korgas's voice was a guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the lodge. His nostrils flared like a winded stallion's, and his brow became a cliff of fury, casting his eyes into deep, cavernous shadows.
"The meaning is exactly as the air has carried it to your ears, and as my tongue has shaped it for your mind," Torghan replied, his voice cool as ice in contrast to the Chieftain's heat.
But the simplicity of the answer was an insult. The elders of the Valakii drew closer, their breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches, peering at the Yarzat party as if they were the harbingers of a dark age.
