Chapter seventeenI said to the Emperor of Vallia: “It’s pointless you coming over here yourself. That’s what you have generals for.” I looked at the Empress of Vallia. “Tell him, Silda, for the sweet sake of the Lady Dulshini!”
My lad Drak set his jaws firmly. He was as stubborn as a calsany when he set his mind to it. Silda knew this well enough, so she approached the problem from a different direction. We sat in the Vallian embassy in Oxonium, capital of Tolindrin, with our armies camped outside and the aerial forces taking on stores. Brannomar welcomed us with open arms and put his own forces in order.
“C’Chermina has lost the services of Prince Ortyg. She has no ibmanzies. The business should not take long.” Thus spake Drak.
Now in the normal course of affairs when kings and emperor
