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Chapter seven
Chapter sevenAt that, even dear old Makki Grodno failed me. I opened my mouth to protest and he lifted an imperious hand. “I see your shoulders. I see your legs, your calves. You can drive as well as you hit people.” “Five—?” He went through the drill. The five zorcas were named after the mythical Larghos Kraneyzendo’s draught animals who hauled his chariot through the thunder clouds and amidst the lightning shafts. The mythology of Kregen is vast in scope and extensive in preposterous stories. Still, Larghos only harnessed four to his aerial chariot. From larboard to starboard they were: Pride, Power, Passion and Perseverance. “That’s Larghos’s four,” I said. “What about the fifth?” Vando put his hand on the fifth zorca’s neck, rubbing affectionately. “He pulls in the center. His na
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