Chapter eighteen
Naghan Veerling’s adventure...“Some people, you know, majister, really want to be slaves — well, not exactly slaves, I don’t mean grak-fodder — I mean—”
Hikdar Naghan Veerling stumbled to a halt occasioned not by my questioning look as by his suddenly apprehended inability to sort out his thoughts. He had been a staunch supporter when we’d cleared out the aragorn and the slavers from Vallia. He knew my views. So he was being honest and trying to put across a point of view sincerely held.
“I know what you mean, Naghan, even if you have it twisted up.” I didn’t laugh as we flew swiftly through thin air toward Port Marsilus. Naghan had easily been persuaded to drop me off outside the city before resuming his flight to Vallia. “Some people do seem to be born to be slaves, a
