Chapter nineteenAt the street corner, I quickly glanced over my shoulder. The Kanzai still stood there, motionless as a pillar of iron. He made no move to hinder the guards rushing past him.
Well, why should he? He was on a mission, and that was all that interested him. The iron determination of the Kanzai is comparable in many ways to the steely resolve of the Krozair.
I threw all thoughts of the Kanzai, honor and conduct to the wind, and ran on, ducked into the first side street, raced to the end, turned left, went up the next street and took the next turn, which led back to the main road. At the end of the shadowy street I stopped and looked cautiously around the corner.
The Prefecture was not far away from me. The light of the suns reflected off the beautiful armor of the Prefect, h
