Chapter threeUnder my nose the dusty sand moved past at a steady walking pace. The saddle of the lictrix was not particularly well-adapted to a man’s body slung over athwartships, head hanging down one side and heels the other. And six-legged riding animals — in general — are not as comfortable as four or eight-legged ones.
“Try moving your other arm, cabbage!”
I couldn’t snarl back that, by Krun, I was trying, wasn’t I?
My right arm possessed some movement, although it seemed to move of its own volition. I’d hit myself on the nose trying to wipe my mouth, for example. Now I was working away on the left arm, and hoping against hope that the little finger would vouchsafe me a sign of future success.
I hadn’t heard Mevancy and the two lictrixes returning. I put that down to my utter conc
