"I got it twenty years ago, when I first came through here," The
Barbarian answered.
"Double, too. Ain't many of those."
"My name's Hodd Savage."
"Oh," the tribesman said. His entire manner changed. Without becoming
servile, it was respectful. He extended his hand. "Sime Weatherby." He
and The Barbarian clasped hands. "That your woman down there?" the
tribesman asked, nodding toward Myka.
"That's right."
"Good enough." For the first time, Weatherby looked directly at
Geoffrey. "What about him?"