Chapter nineOf course, it was not as simple as that.
I should have known. I, Dray Prescot, Lord of Strombor and Krozair of Zy, had had experience before of organizing expeditions.
Everyone wanted to go along and let someone else go and bash the Shanks. The time we’d had this trouble when I’d needed to go down to Hyrklana to see about Naghan the Gnat, and Tilly, and Oby, the solution had been taken out of my hands. This time, too, was different because I shamelessly worked on the lads’ loyalty. “Paz!” I declaimed. “There lies our duty. Where I must go is sorcerer’s work — all for the good of Paz — and your duty is to go and blatter Fish Faces.”
“But — Kendur!”
In the end we agreed that I ought to accept the First Emperor’s Sword Watch, the First Emperor’s Yellow Jackets, and — because D
