Chapter nineI, Dray Prescot, Vovedeer, Lord of Strombor and Krozair of Zy, turned and fled along the balcony and went up the next flight of stairs like a mountain zerzy pursued by a mountain leem. Too true, By Krun!
Whatever that monstrosity from hell was, I wanted nothing of it, not one little tiny bit, by Vox!
On the next landing, four men, armed and armored, must have heard the uproar from below. As I belted off the top step I bellowed: “Trouble, doms! A customer’s gone berserk! He’s smashing the place up!”
“We’ll sort him,” snarled the leader with the golden sash about his waist. “By Salinchez, we’ll have him. Come on!”
The four rushed off down the stairs and I didn’t hang about but pressed on rapidly, very rapidly, by Vox! I had a single stab of pity for those four finely-dressed
