Chapter nineteen
The Everoinye play a jestWell, of course. I was there. I was the one on the spot. All the Everoinye had to do when their stupid kregoinye fouled up was ship me off, head over heels, to pick up the pieces.
They’d done exactly this trick upon me before, many times.
This time I landed with a thumping great slam upon the icy steps. Moonlight fell about me. Silver moonlight!
Gone was the warm fuzzy pink moonslight of Kregen.
Gone, too, were the scarlet breechclout and the Krozair longsword.
I was not naked.
I wore a black coat and trousers identical to those worn by the poor devil of a kregoinye who lay bleeding on the marble. I could feel a ring pressing down on my head, and guessed I wore a top hat. In my hand, in place of the longsword, I held an ebony cane.
Beneath
