Chapter twelve
Jikaida over ValliaWe flew back to Vondium. The odd little thought occurred to me that had I known it was Seg Segutorio struggling all naked with his chains, I would have unlimbered the Krozair longsword and gone in raging like a maniac.
And that was a demeaning thought, to be sure; but it adequately expresses my own confessed confusion in personal relationships.
“By the Veiled Froyvil, my old dom, but that is good,” said Seg as he took the goblet from his lips. His mouth shone with fine Gremivoh, and I instantly refilled the goblet for him. We sat in my study, with the books and the maps, and Seg looked more like my old friend than a sodden wrung-out chained-up slave.
The doctors had seen to him and patched him up, declaring he needed rest. His first words after that ty
