Chapter twelve
The Princess Susheeng meets Drak, Kov of DelphondBecause the vessels of the inner sea almost invariably put either into port or were dragged up onto a convenient beach at night they were seldom provided with bunks or hammocks. I was lying on a kind of hard wooden settle covered with a ponsho fleece dyed green.
Green.
It is difficult for me, even now, to recollect anything coherent out of my thoughts then.
Suffice it to say that I simply lay there for a space while the whirling thoughts crowded, mocking and vicious, through my still-dazed head. My skull rang with the blow.
Tharu, Kov of Vindelka, leaned over me so that his stiff beard bristled against my cheek.
“Remember who you are, Drak, Kov of Delphond! It is our heads as well as yours that depend on your memory.”
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