Chapter nineteen“By the Black Chunkrah!” I said, and gave the sand a thumping great kick. “I wish I knew what to do!”
“I’ve told you, cabbage — we are—”
“Yes, yes, pigeon. Yes. But I don’t like leaving Mishuro alone—”
“Llodi—”
“I know. Llodi will cope. But, just suppose, pigeon, just suppose it is Mishuro.”
The day was on the wane and the twin Suns of Scorpio, Luz and Walig, dropped down the sky ahead of us. Massy banks of ochre and chocolate, of gold and vermilion, a swirl of colors high up and level banks below, filled the sky with a rainbow confusion. Shadows, red and green, streamed behind us.
“Just suppose.”
“Then the Everoinye will take us back, Drajak!”
“There have been arguments between me and the Star Lords. They’re not so all-fired hell-on-wheels. They make mistakes.”
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