Chapter eleven
Assassins in the corthdromeThe performance of Sooten and Her Twelve Suitors presented in the covered theater aroused intense enthusiasm from the audience, and although I quite admired this tragedy known almost over the entire Kregen world of culture, the action irritated me, the words seemed trite, the melodious phrases mere cant. The crack on my skull had healed with the customary rapidity of wounds inflicted on my carcass, a useful by-product of my immersion in the pool of baptism of the River Zelph that had given me the promise of a thousand years of life.
But of what use or goodness or value were a thousand years if my Delia of the Blue Mountains was not there to share them with me?
A kind of psychic numbness had overtaken me. Seg had been wounded, also, and was being
