Chapter fourteen
“It is my Dray! My Dray Prescot you covet!”One of the strange and, if the truth be told, weird, aspects of the Wizards of Loh was revealed in that grove of tuffa trees as we rested our corths and rearranged our flight program. Lu-si-Yuong, without a word of explanation to Seg or myself, squatted himself down on the ground in the pinkish light from the twin moons, composed himself and, lifting his veined hands to his eyes, threw his head back and so remained still and silent and unmoving.
Seg whispered: “I think, Dray, he is in lupu.”
“Oh?” I really hardly cared.
“Yes. They say the Wizards of Loh can see into the future—”
“A simple story for simple minds. The credulous will believe any mumbo jumbo and it puts a copper into the hands of clever tricksters.”
Seg glanced
