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Chapter eleven
Chapter eleven “Where you go, Dray Prescot, there will I go also!”This was a right leem’s-nest. I stood gawping at Tulema who had once been of Herrell. She said it again, stamping her foot. “Where you go, Dray Prescot, there will I go, also!” She meant it; that was perfectly plain. She could not go with me; that, too, was perfectly plain. What had the Gdoinye meant, that I was playing games here in Faol, that my antics amused them? If I was to rescue Tulema for the Star Lords’ devious purposes, did that mean I had to take her back to Vallia? What, then, would Delia say? As to that, I had no doubts. No other woman in two worlds means anything beside Delia. But I still had a duty to perform, and Tulema, because of that — and because she was young and frightened and alone — must be c
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