Chapter fifteen
Into the caverns of the manhoundsHow are the mighty fallen! How ridiculous I, Dray Prescot, Krozair of Zy, Lord of Strombor, must appear in this undignified descent to earth. With what furious oaths I had started out to rescue Saffi, the golden lion-maid, and with what painful shamefulness had I carried out that task!
I knew where I was when I awoke — instantly.
Around me sounded the sob and moan of slaves. In my nostrils was the stale stench of naked and unwashed humanity. I opened my eyes and, yes, there were the crumbling and water-soaked cave walls, and the solid lenken logs used as bars to seal off the opening. Beyond was the jungle clearing, lined with the papishin-leaved huts of the heavily armed, patrolling guards.
My head ached, but that would clear. This time
