Chapter twelve
Conversation in a fish cell on the Island of ZyNo, I do not wish to dwell on those moments in the Hall of Judgment, nor on the days that followed. You who have listened to my story know how I would willingly, gladly, have given up all the tawdry, tinselly titles I had accumulated, every one, to remain a Krozair of Zy.
Apushniad!
Outcast, leemshead, I was thrust from the warm circle of the order, and yet there was still work I might perform, still a use to be found for my unworthy body.
I was not to be executed.
Oh, make no mistake, the Krzy would think no more of executing an Apushniad than they would of lopping the head off an Overlord of Magdag.
They knew my strength. Many in that small Hall of Judgment had fought with me in the long-gone past. They knew I had slaved
