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Chapter fiveI, Dray Prescot, Vovedeer, Lord of Strombor and Krozair of Zy, remembered. I remembered! In all the crashing avalanche of memories that smashed into my brain, one and one only was of any true significance. Not who I was. Not the Dray Prescot who was emperor of this and king of that. Not my friends, not my family. Certainly not this crazy ibmanzy lusting only to rip my head off my shoulders. No, oh no! One person — Delia! Delia of the Blue Mountains, Delia of Delphond! The racket the ibmanzy was making got on my nerves. The damn thing was interfering with my thoughts, my luxurious thoughts, of Delia. Ah — and I’d still half-remembered and still hungered for her through those roseate mists that had clouded my mind. Still, by the Black Chunkrah! I’d have to do something with th