Chapter two
We argue in Esser RariochI had risked my life — for what that was worth — to steal the secrets of the fliers from Havilfar and send them to Vallia. I had expected the Emperor and the Presidio which guided him to leap at the opportunity to construct fliers that would not break down, vollers we must have to counter the threat from Hamal.
And now, calmly, maliciously, evilly, they refused the opportunity. They sat in their pride and arrogance and said I had wasted my time and efforts, that this was no concern of mine, that they ran the country, not me.
Well, that last was true, Zair knows.
This was a matter of far greater importance than that four stupid stikitches had tried to assassinate me.
I caught up my zorca’s reins and even then, through my rage, I refrained from jammi
