There was silence beyond the wall; then the priest croaked, "He has a gun. Certainly this is more than a matter of a kidnapped daughter, Ewyo!"
Jerran's voice rose in a laugh. "It is, Lord Ewyo, it is!"
What the hell did the old fellow mean? Revel shrugged. He'd learn later. Now was the time for action.
Going to the prostrate girl, he slung her over his shoulder, a limp light weight. The tattered silver gown flapped as he walked to the hole.
"Stand back," he cried. "I'm bringing your daughter to you, Squire!"
Another zanph showed its horrible reptilian head; he blasted it out of existence with another shot. There were outcries from the squire and his servants, and the priest rumbled, "Sacrilege!"
Rack's head showed between the rocks. "Calm down, boy," he said, his staring walleye gleaming in the lantern light. "You've been living too fast—"
"Not fast enough, Redbeard. Out of the way!"
Rack slowly withdrew, and after kicking a few more boulders from his path, Revel stooped and went out into the tunnel.