I had an apocalyptic vision of hordes of Grodnims descending from the skies, first to smash all resistance in Shazmoz, then other cities along the red southern shore, then on and on, razing Zy, on and on, finally taking Holy Sanurkazz.
Well, the vision was apocalyptic, but it was no further business of mine.
And Mayfwy and Felteraz?
I bashed my fist against the stone of that high walk. I cursed. Why must I remember Mayfwy and Felteraz now?
Of what value were they, set against my Delia?
But they were not set against her.
One value could not destroy another if there was no conflict of interest. Wouldn’t my Delia tell me — demand of me — that as a simple man, let alone a one-time proud, high and mighty Krozair of Zy, a man who professed Opaz — when it suited him, to be sure — my obligat
