Chapter fourteen
News of Pur Zeg, Krzy and Pur Jaidur, KrzyThe flagon halted before my lips. I did not move — could not move.
“May Zantristar the Merciful smile on us! The city is filled with hulus — fambly ready for the reaping. We should never have left the ship in the first place—”
“And whose idea, by Zair, was that? If you’d listened to me we’d be snugly supping in The Fleeced Ponsho again, instead of in some outlandish place at the end of nowhere.”
“Me! You were the one who said there was gold flowing out of the rocks in this place! I was for returning to Donengil!”
“And who said we should sign on with those rasts of Maybers? We’re a damned long way from home, by Zim-Zair!”
I moved again. I drank. I spilled wine. They looked across and Zarado, his dark curled hair sheening under
