Chapter thirteen
Of an encounter in a skyshipDuring the considerable time I had spent in Ruathytu, capital of Hamal, I had rarely visited any of the arenas there. Huringa was not so large a city as Ruathytu, and life was to a far greater extent dominated by the arena. Everywhere were reminders. Folk wore their colors of allegiance as a matter of course. They might live cheek by jowl, the baker being a follower of the diamond zhantil, and the cobbler an adherent of the sapphire graint, but always they were aware of the corners in the arena for which they shouted.
And they shouted. By Krun, but they made a din!
When the games were being staged the noise was clearly audible all over the city.
“For my part,” said Unmok the Nets, during the next games when we could not bring in any of the r
