The bells stopped screaming in his ears. He was stuck in Todash space, lost forever in the darkness between worlds. Lost until some unseen horror would hunt him down that is.
He felt someone shaking him, speaking to him. The language was not of Endworld, nor was it of the High Speech. It was the tongue of the lowmen, of the cattle he lead as Flagg. He was not lost in oblivion, that was a good thing. But where was he?
"Thankee Sai, I am fine" He remembered to slip into the tongue of the other world. " Blood trickled down his forehead touching his lips. It had been a long time since he had tasted his own blood.
He tried to stand up. His limbs worked, but he was being talked to be three men that looked very much alike. He slumped against the wall clearing his vision. "Cry your pardon sa.. sir, where am I?" He locked his eyes on his attendant. Not sure if this man was trying to help him, or was a harrier trying to take his Gunna.
He began to steady, glad he did not lose any teeth.