Chapter twelveThrough the apple green and rose pink of a splendid Kregen morning the voller soared on westwards. A voice at my back said: “So there you are!”
Slowly, I turned from the controls to look back, slowly, for the boiling fury inside me had to be contained. He stood there, not smiling and not frowning but wearing a sorrowful expression designed to cut me to the quick. His lower body shimmered and was not fully realized. His upper body seemed to float lopsidedly about and small curly blue flames lapped it in a waver of fire.
“You beastly, ungrateful, conniving hulu! You — you—” He could not go on. He was panting. His lupal projection showed that clearly enough.
The relief must have showed on my face, for just as I was about to speak he burst out: “By Lingloh! I see you are overj
