Chapter twenty-one
Krozair of Zy“My father!”
“That insolent rast my father!”
“The hyr Jikai Zadak my father!”
Well, poor lads, it was hard for them.
There is little left to tell.
I, Dray Prescot, Prince Majister of Vallia, Strom of Valka, King of Djanduin, Lord of Strombor — and much else besides — held my Delia and I most certainly would not let her go. We gathered in the High Hall and there was the most sumptuous shindig.
I forced away the dark and terrible news I must tell Delia. Her daughter Velia was dead. But she had news for me that set me back, for she had gone home from the inner sea when Seg and Inch had come for her on the island of Zy after I had seen her in a stinking fish cell. Those two had stolen a skyship from the emperor and gone looking for me. Seg had been in Ert
