Chapter nine
We drop in on KorfseyrieHurtling through the windrush under the Moons of Kregen we pelted headlong for Erronskorf.
Pompino gave orders for the crew to sleep by watches; I suppose some of us caught a few moments of sleep as we hurtled on in that streaming radiance from She of the Veils and the Maiden with the Many Smiles. One of the small moons bustled past above, swinging wildly through the star fields.
Because these Pandaheem were totally unacquainted with vollers, Dayra and I had to fly Golden Zhantil ourselves. Dayra proved a first-class pilot — well, by Zair! and didn’t she ought to be, seeing her mother had taught her? Delia had also taught me my piloting. As for Delia, well, no doubt there were better pilots who flew vollers all day for a living, no doubt; my view rem
