Chapter fourteen
“Prepare for the Scorpion!”Pompino, twirling his whiskers, said, “I have not burned a temple for some time and I am beginning to feel chilly.”
Pando, bright, arrogant, hugely relieved, said: “I thank you again for the safety of the lady Dafni. I am at your disposal when it comes to burning the Lemmites’ temples.”
We’d marched down from Korfseyrie and met up with Pando’s force, flushed from their forced march. We had slept off the effects of our adventure, we had eaten enormously, and Pompino was fretting to be up and about and doing.
Of course, I shared his views. But my concern of a father for Dayra fretted away at me.
Pompino scoffed at my fears.
“Ros Delphor can look after herself, Jak! Perhaps the airboat — wonderful though it truly be — developed some defect and
