Chapter twelve
The Star Lords astonish me“I did not think you would remember me—”
“Not remember!” He threw his head back, brilliant, laughing, suffused. There was a tremble in him that came from some hidden knowledge that gave him quick and sudden joy. “Not remember the man who, when we first met, told me I was an onker? Told me to run? A man who with a word might have had the queen throw me to her pet neemus?” He took his hand away from his mouth and looked back at the door. The heavy wood cut off all sound. “Not remember the man who threw the leem’s tail? The man who fought the boloth and was taken up in a voller? My friend, you undervalue the stir you caused in Huringa those seasons ago.”
“And yet you see me now wearing the gray slave breechclout—”
“I do not believe that. I have fol
