Chapter nineteen
Tilda“But I am not ill!”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, Horter Jak! I am not ill—”
“Lisa looks all right to me,” said Quendur. “She is a remarkable woman—”
“I agree,” I said. “I hold Lisa the Empoin in the highest esteem. Yet she is ill — or, she will say she is ill.”
“Ah!” said Pompino the Iarvin.
“I’d never seen the sea until they took me away to be slave.” Lisa sat next to Quendur, very close, and his arm lay around her shoulders. “Then Quendur took the ship I was in, and threw overboard the disgusting wretch I was slave to. Quendur saved me—”
“As you have saved me a hundred times!”
These two looked at each other, and Pompino looked at me with an expression that said they’d forgotten anyone else existed. We were waiting in the carriage by a gateway where Strom Murgon had
