Chapter twelveThe news brought by Tobi and Naghan Raerdu, while not bad, was not necessarily good — it was interesting.
Saying that I’d deal with Pur Zygon first, I sat down, leaned back in the chair and for an instant closed my eyes. Of course, that was a sin. When affairs of state are concerned you cannot afford to let yourself be tired.
Zygon asked for the letters I’d said I’d write. He was itching to fly back to Zandikar. I told him I’d write them soonest. He could fly later on today. He nodded, saluted gravely and went off — off to bed, of course. Some people didn’t know their own luck.
They’d been quietly drinking wine, an evening red of good vintage, and I poured myself a full glass. When I rang the bell the little Fristle fifi Selena entered pertly. I asked for food and she duck
