Part 27 (1/2)
”Never the Spirit-Speaker, nor any of his kin!”
That was another truth Aondo looked so relieved to hear that Wobeku was not spying for Dobanpu that Wobeku knew the big man would not think any further The e before Aondo wondered if Wobekufor the Kwanyi
”Gods! Put me on the rack rather than letnoises as Mokossa rubbed oil into Valeria's aching lihing this tiht, Ci down”
”Not er”
”How , wohter ”I knohat you would have ht you the art of hearing thoughts?”
”Conan, sohts make such a din a babe could hear thee!”
”Indeed you are,” Conan said, running his eyes approvingly over Valeria's nude forht say that every one of herof this showed on the clear skin
”Pity you can't take my place on the dance-drum,” he continued ”You dance better than I, and clad as you are now, you'd fuddle the wits of a better man than Aondo”
”I already have,” Valeria snapped ”Or have you honestly forgotten that the dru these folk? They would not take estion as to where the Ichiribu could take anything they did not like E She raised her eyebrows but could not hold back laughter
At last Valeria-as slippery as an eel, her body laved with scented oil-was half-asleep on her pallet The Ichiribu women departed; Conan sat down beside Valeria and rested a hand on her hair
Drowsily, she rolled over, and with eyes still half-closed, nipped his hand lightly He snatched it away and glowered at her in mock fury
”Oh, have it your oht you cared about what happened to ht!”
Valeria bit her lip ”Would you believe me if I said that I do?”
”Any man who believes a woman deserves to be bitten harder than I was”
”That would not be difficult to contrive, Conan”
The Cimmerian sat down on his own pallet and kicked off his boots
”To over these fears
Tonight I' even before the Cimmerian lay down As Conan rolled over on his pallet, he heard a distantof rain on the hut