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I jumped back and with a single blow sliced through the tow rope. The leading man, that incredibly tall
and thin man with the silky mane of yellow hair, lurched forward. Relieved of the horrendous weight of
the barge he hauled forward at nothing and collapsed into the bloody froth of the towpath.
A guard he was a Deldar yelled his anger and charged full on me, his rapier held correctly for an
instant thrust.
I met him, twisted, and sank my blade in his belly. I withdrew. If any more of you want the same, come
on!
The thin man rolled over. He lay on his back, looking up, and I saw his face go through a whole
spectrum of expressions, from dumb animal wonder to a glorious sunrise of hope.
I am Drak, Strom of Valka! I shouted.
Katrin s voice lifted from the bridge. What is going on, Strom Drak? The Emperor is waiting to speak
with you!
The guards checked at this. They looked at their comrade, coughing his guts out. They looked at my
rapier. They looked and longest at my face.
I will pay the necessary fees, indemnities, but this man is manumitted as of this moment, I said. I turned
and looked down. I am Drak, I said again, hammering it home. I shall find you a long-hafted ax, for I
think that will please you. Now, by Ngrangi the all-powerful, get up and let us go to the Emperor.
With all my heart! said Inch.
And don t think of working off your taboos until I can find you a suitable place in which to do so.
I don t believe, Dray Drak. But I must. Now all praise to Ngrangi! Inch of Ng groga leaped up, his
long arms and legs pinwheels against the sunset s glow. He looked wonderful in that moment. Inch old
Inch, of Ng groga, my good comrade in many a fight, many a carouse.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Inch flies to High Zorcady
The Emperor and Delia, with their courtiers, nobles, retainers, and guards, had not stayed at Delka Ob
but had flown immediately to Delka Dwa. I fumed at this news in a way I believe you will understand.
Prepared instantly to take to the air again I was met by the captain of Katrin s airboat. His air of
uneasiness persisted. This, I quickly discovered, was caused by the sunset and the storm out there to the
west.
Even as we spoke, myself intemperately, the captain apologetically and half dead with fright, and Katrin
soothingly, the outriders of the wind swooped howling over the rooftops of the city. The palace shook
under the hammer-blows of the elements. Much damage was caused in the city that night; it was clear we
could not fly in this weather. The rain sluiced down and the gutters ran red. The town lay smothered in
the ocher and brick-red dust swept up from the Ocher Limits and blown hurtling across the land, leaving
a trail of blood.
I cursed.
The storm will blow itself out in a day, two at most, Katrin said. No zorca will get you there quicker if
you start now and travel in this is well-nigh impossible. My flier will span the distance rapidly as soon
as the storm drops.
With that, perforce, I had to be content.
How the fates and the elements conspired to cheat me of what I most desired in two worlds!
In an inner chamber I set about putting Inch back together again. With all the solemnity which the
occasion required he set about purging himself of all his broken taboos. The process took time. He stood
on his head for burs at a time. He sat on his haunches and howled like a ponsho-trag. A fire was laid and
he solemnly jumped in and out of it. He performed some amazing acts which left me either stupefied with
wonder or helpless with laughter me, Dray Prescot. By the time he had finished the night had passed,
I had slept, and Inch could be kitted out and tell me all his news.
My first words were: What of Tilda and Pando?
Inch sat and ate crisp fluffy Kregan bread and honey, and wondered aloud if he should take another dish
of lig eggs. The lig egg comes in various shapes and sizes, of which the one with the points at each end
and the fat round body between is perhaps the most popular. A few of those and a layer of grilled vosk
rashers provided a breakfast fit for an emperor.
Pando needs your horny hand on his rear, said Inch. Tilda is more beautiful than ever, a true
Kovneva. Tomboram thrives, but Pando will have to take over as king before he grows much older. He
needs responsibility to hold him down. He s like a nit in a ponsho skin.
I nodded. These were problems I had not forgotten. And you?
He made a face and drank wine, a whole glass, down in one swallow.
That Ngrangi-forsaken canalwater! All the haulers who were not canalfolk were scared to death of it.
So they should be. What of yourself?
The argenter was taken by a swordship. The swordship was taken by a Vallian. I was simply packed
off along with the rest of the prisoners; they laughed at my suggestion of a ransom.
The Vallians would. They are an exceedingly proud and rich people. They covet slaves, for they do not
have the numbers that other countries possess.
However that may be, I hauled barges for this rast of an Emperor.
To whose presence we go as soon as the storm drops.
Inch, of course, was staggered to find me here. He wanted to know how I had left the inner room of the
palace of King Nemo in Pomdermam. I could not tell him that in that triumphant moment of victory, with
the renders shouting Jikai! Dray Prescot! Jikai, I had seen the scorpion scuttle, and had looked up and
seen that greater scorpion blue and dazzling, and so had been hurled back across four hundred
light-years to the planet of my birth. So I made up a story that explained it, and he, knowing of my desire
to go to Vallia, understood what he chose to understand. He was loyal, was Inch of Ng groga, a good
comrade.
A couple of Katrin s seamstresses ran up a buff Vallian tunic for Inch, extraordinarily long as to body
and sleeves, and although they did it rapidly the stitching was of far finer quality than my own. Katrin, like
a true Kovneva, employed only the best, and took them with her on her travels. A pair of tall black boots
and a rakish hat with the two slots and a mass of red and white feathers made Inch look something like a
Valkan. He found an ax, long-hafted and keen-bitted. Fit, clothed, fed, Inch was ready to march and
fight at my side as we had before.
I own I felt him a great comfort to me.
Seg Segutorio had gone with the Bowmen of Loh with the Emperor. I knew he and Inch would get
along together by Zair! They would! Or I would know the reason why!
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