Chapter sixI, Dray Prescot, Lord of Strombor and Krozair of Zy, scrambled to my feet, favored this scuttling crab with a baleful look, and ran off.
Oh, yes, by Zair!
He was merely following his nature, like the scorpion in the fable with the frog. Had he been a scorpion, I might probably have hung around to find out what the Star Lords had to say to me. This crab would do his best to grab me with one pincer and do extremely nasty things to me with the other.
That, of course, could not be permitted. So I’d have no option but to turn him over on his back. He might writhe himself the right way up in time. That would be up to him and Whoever designed his body.
This reasoning was not purely metaphysical. Given that I detest having to kill anything, then the only honorable course of action f
