Chapter ten
The Krozairs of Zy point the pathI can remember, even now, vividly, unforgettably, the zephyr of anticipation that blew through my whole being.
In the seasons I had been hunting with the corsairs of Sanurkazz I had heard a hint dropped here, a casual snatch of conversation there, and I had picked up information that must have been the sum total, or nearly that, of what the ordinary idle, happy, careless folk of Sanurkazz knew of the Krozairs of Zy.
Now this tall, aloof, calm-faced man was here, in the familiar room of the citadel of Felteraz, at the express desire, as it seemed to me, of Zenkiren — and he was the Grand Arch-bold of the Krozairs!
What followed must have been very familiar to him, for he had been master of the Order for a very long time. From hints I picked u
