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Warning: this novel is intended for an adult audience. It contains violence and vulgar language and, additionally, contains at least a little sexual content.


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Chapter 46

        The story of how Togura Poulaan encompassed the death of his half-brother Cromarty would not be a pretty tale. It was a singularly sanguinary event. Suffice it to say that the pigs got his kidneys, his thighs went for dogmeat and the rats managed to make off with his eyes.
        Shortly afterwards, there was another death when Togura retrieved Day Suet and the Zenjingu fighter from the index. Guest Gulkan met the Zenjingu fighter, blade against blade, killed him, then hacked off his head.
        "All's well that ends well," said Togura, "with some considerable degree of satisfaction. "Hello, Day, my love."
        "Who are you?" she said blankly.
        "Togura! Your true love, minx! Your questing hero!"
        Day Suet, when finally persuaded that the bearded, limping, scar-faced young stranger was Togura Poulaan, fell into his arms, and they made passionate love to each other forthwith. That is, they kissed and they cuddled: copulation would have to be delayed until a more opportune moment.
        For the moment, Togura had a practical problem to deal with: how to stop the odex, which was still spitting out junk, rubbish, dead dogs, rats, rotten potatoes and assorted articles of disgrace. He did not want to smash the triple-harp. He was sure there had to be a way of stopping it without destroying it. But how?
        He talked to it, shook it, tried to conjure his own independent music from it - all to no avail. Finally, in desperation, he threw it into the odex. His experiment paid immediate dividends. The odex spat out the index and the index was silent.
        Togura had learnt how to start it, and how to stop it. Finer control might come with time: he would see. For the moment, he had other things to attend to.
        "Kiss me," said Day Suet.
        And he did.
        Three days later, they were married. After riotous festivities which lasted from dawn to sunset, they retired to a house in Keep which had been lent to them by Raznak the Golsh. There Togura and his true love Day stripped each other naked; there they engaged in marital combat.
        Shortly, Togura, outraged, was thinking:
        - Is that all?
        "You were wonderful," said Day, nuzzling against him.
        She spoke with such ardour and conviction that he almost let him believe her. As she fondled his body with her hot little hands, soothing his ego with her voice, he heard an ominous sound of rupture and breakage at street level.
        Who could it be?
        Bluewater Draven? Guest Gulkan? No, surely not - both those worthies had left the day before, determined to get back to the Greater Teeth (Draven, it seemed, was going to try and blame his disappearance on Togura.)
        "Tog!" said Day. "Something's happening!"
        "A small subsidance, dear," said Togura, his voice soothing. "Nothing to worry about."
        At that moment, the door downstairs burst open, and a huge slobbering voice roared out:
        "Bring me my man! Slerma has come for her hero!"
        Day squealed in alarm.
        As Slerma began to bulk up the stairs - forcing the walls apart as she climbed - Togura slammed himself into his clothes, bundled Day into something warm, then led the way out of the window and onto the roof.
        "Life," muttered Togura, "goes on."

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The text on this page is part of the fantasy novel The Wordsmith and the Warguild by Hugh Cook, which, when published in North America in 1988, was divided into two separate volumes, The Questing Hero and The Hero's Return. This text can be read for free online. However, the text is copyright - all rights reserved. For permission to use this text or any portion of it contact Hugh Cook.

The Wordsmiths and the Warguild was first published in 1987. Copyright © 1987, 1988, 1998, 2004, 2006 Hugh Cook.