Chapter twenty-one
Of one broken legHaving made up his mind, Pando was all blaze and eagerness to get the thing done and over with.
Murgon’s treasure — that same hoard of wealth we in Tuscurs Maiden had seen melt and run fuming into the sea — being distributed to the army and the ship masters delighted all of them. There was no talk anywhere of pulling down Kov Pando in the name of the dead Strom Murgon. Kovs, after all, are kovs.
Pompino and the crew went about looking over their shoulders in momentary expectation of the ghastly apparition of the white-haired witch. Had she turned up and blasted us all no one would have been vastly surprised.
From a dusty and hidden portion of the palace a figure that was surprising emerged, blinking in the suns’ radiance. Cap’n Murkizon, axe aslant,
