Chapter seven
We name Golden Zhantil“Clearly,” said Kov Pando, “the airboat will have to be returned to the king. I’m in trouble enough as it is. He was telling me the last time I had civil words with him of how he had negotiated the purchase of an airboat from the Dawn Lands. Mighty proud he is of it. Armipand the Malignant will not spare any horrors for the malefactors who stole it.” He glared at me in a most stern fashion.
Pompino burst out most wroth: “But, kov! We cannot send it back! Anyway, we have named the airboat Pride of Bormark.”
I said, “Anyone who takes the airboat back to King Nemo is likely to be thrown from her deck, very high in the air, or, talking of air, he may find an air gap between head and shoulder blades.”
“Too right!”
We sat at Pando’s high table in his grea
