Chapter fifteen
Of the Lady Fanti and Nath the OnkerIf the giant blue Scorpion of the Star Lords had whisked me up right there and then I’d have been profoundly grateful — believe me.
Here I was, at the apex of a hostile palace where guards and dogs searched for me, and the one woman who could have saved my bacon was dead — dead and stuffed and on display as though she were still alive.
It was enough to make a fellow snatch off his hat and jump on it, by Vox!
The lady Fanti let a sigh ripple from her lips. She’d wake up in a moment or two, for I’d dealt gently with her, so that it became vitally necessary for me to put on a change of face, suffering as I did so, in the way taught me by Deb-Lu-Quienyin. With my craggy old physiognomy feeling as though a million bees swarmed all over it,
