Chapter three
I defy the Star LordsI, Dray Prescot, of Earth and of Kregen, knew what was happening to me.
This obscenity had taken me before, many times, snatched me away from pleasant home life with those I loved and hurled me into fresh adventures in Kregen under Antares. Even more balefully still, it had thrust me contemptuously back to the world of my birth four hundred light-years off through the depths of interstellar space.
“No!” I shouted.
I was falling, in actuality. For the blueness lifted, the radiance dwindled a little and I felt myself falling and in the next instant the ground smashed up iron hard. I was winded. I tried to yell again, to shout my defiance of the Star Lords and their commands.
I heard voices — Delia’s voice, Drak’s, others — shouting; through the misty b
