There is on Kregen a gesture of such obscene connotation that I have made it a practice never to use, for I am squeamish in such matters.
Now I drew myself up and saluted the queen with this sign.
The sigh that rippled around the amphitheater might have been the sigh of the mourners around an open grave or gathered by the pyre.
I was naked and unarmed. I faced, as I expected, either a single bosk and his long horns, or two or three together. The Chulik Chuktar came to the edge of the arena and tossed me a djangir. The short sword, squat and fat and two-edged, landed in the sand at my feet. Being frugal in the matter of weapons, as you know, I bent and retrieved it. It was sharp. They wanted their sport, then, before I died. And with my death, the death also of Delia of Delphond, Delia o
