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
