Chapter thirteen
Concerning the purposes of the Star LordsI didn’t believe it.
I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it.
How could I, again, have brought out the wrong person from under the slavering fangs of the Manhounds of Antares?
It was all a cruel jest of the Star Lords, to punish me for being a prince of onkers.
Surely, after taking Tulema safely out, and spending so much time in her company, after she was safe, in Ordsmot, she had to be the right one! I lay there in the stink and gloom of the barred caves and I confess I came as near as I ever allow myself to despair.
Then I roused myself.
There had to be an explanation, and I was too stupid to see what must so clearly be dangling in front of my nose.
Princess Lilah. The Pallan Golan. Latimer the voller magnate. A
