Chapter twenty
Sky ships and galleonsThey stuffed me in the iron cage among the combustibles.
They wheeled the cage to the bulwark.
They lifted it on tackles.
They swung it out over the water.
Ob-Eye himself put the torch in.
Flames crackled up about me.
By Zim-Zair! This was no way for a Krozair of Zy to die and leave this wonderful world of Kregen and go reiving among the Ice Floes of Sicce! By the Black Chunkrah! What would my maniacal clansmen say, riding their voves like the wind across the Great Plains of Segesthes? By Vox! How would my people of Valka take the news? By Djan! My Djangs would nod their heads and say a man needed four arms, by Zodjuin of the Silver Stux! And Strombor... and Delia, my Delia of Delphond, my Delia of the Blue Mountains?
Flames sprouted about me an
