Chapter fourteen
The Battle of MarndorAn armada of sails coursing through thin air... The streaming mingled lights of the Suns of Scorpio sheening from straining canvas... The sparkling glitter striking back from gilding and gingerbread, from ornate high-flung sterns and towers, from shooting galleries and menacing boarding platforms... Oh, yes, the sailing ships of the skies of Kregen provide a spectacle dazzling and inspiring. Silently above the land they soar, the wind of their passage lost and blown away in the breeze.
And I, Dray Prescot, Lord of Strombor and Krozair of Zy, calmly gave orders that would hurl all that mighty armada between the jaws of destruction ahead.
For, make no mistake about it, just because I said the gale would not prevent us from joining up with Turko’s army
