Chapter six
Sword for DeliaThe Lord Farris flew in with more problems. As commander-in-chief of the Vallian Air Service, Farris was entitled to fly about in an airboat. But we were desperately short of fliers. A fresh source of supply for the powered airboats had to be found. I greeted Farris warmly, for his dedicated loyalty to Delia always warmed me, and we got down to the latest series of headaches.
Anyway, I’d had the last laugh on that crowd at the dance at the Bankers Guild. The people sent off after the news reported that the eloping couple — whom they found in an inn enjoying themselves — were not Voinderam and Fransha.
So, I could afford a nasty laugh at their expense.
Farris sat down across from me in my little study and sipped his wine, for it was evening.
“It is these slav
