Chapter twelve
Affairs of HonorI, Dray Prescot, of Kregen and of Earth, am so often a spineless ninny when it comes to seeing friends of mine being knocked about. I knew, even as I stalked forward with the ugly black iron of the sledgehammer c****d ready for action, that I should not be doing this. I should be hammering this sledge at the iron-bound doors, smashing them in, racing into the secret halls to discover the mysteries of the vollers.
Instead I was sacrificing all that to go to the aid of an Hamalian, an enemy, just because I didn’t like the idea of his being flogged.
But then — how on this terrible world of Kregen could I call Nulty an enemy?
The Deldar was joyously putting his back into the flogging. There was a Hikdar in command of the punishment detail; he was a lowly hold
