Chapter sixThe path to the front entrance of the palace was a series of long wide steps. In the falling rain the marble shone and gleamed with all the colors of the rainbow in the light from the lamps, even though many of the lamps had been blown out by the wind. It was a stormy evening. I pulled my cloak tightly around me, climbed the steps and considered the interesting problem of which name to use.
Prince Ortyg would certainly remember Drajak the Sudden. In spite of the large number of names that I had used on Kregen, and from which I had gained a lot of pleasure, my own name had become much too familiar. Naghan the Arm? Kadar the Hammer? Jak the Sturr? Nath the Shot? Nath Deline? Or one of the many others?
The guards looked out from the protection of their guardhouse as the water dri
