Chapter seven
The Scorpion brings travels and discoveriesThere was no sense in it!
No sense at all. That Opaz-forsaken cramph of a scorpion! One day I’d put my foot on the foul red-and-brown thing and twist and crush and so squash the thing flat! So help me!
Even as I raged thus to myself, and looked about the planet of my birth again, I knew the day would never dawn. I thought so then. I am not so sure now. If I did smash my foot down on the scorpion, and so deal with it in such wise as would kill a normal scorpion, would this messenger of the Star Lords die? If I loosed a shaft at the scarlet-and-gold raptor, would that superb bird die?
I did not know... I do not know... All I knew then was that for some reason I had been flung back to Earth.
Oh, yes, I landed in a peck of trouble a
