CHAPTER 15
PERRIGAULThe ship was a marvel. It was every fanciful desire and wish made real. Nights he tried to sleep with an empty belly, he dreamed of the kind of riches that bought security. When fear kept him awake, he imagined a life where he could buy the strongest and best weapons and would never have to be afraid again. Boots to keep his feet warm. Enough food to feed his clutchmates.
His chest ached at the memory. He pushed the memory away. It was so long ago, it did not matter. They probably never thought of him, if they even survived into adulthood. How odd that the smallest of the clutch, the slow one caught and sentenced to life on a prison planet, was the one to survive.
And now had a treasure ship.
Perrigaul walked past shelves cluttered with priceless artifacts. Crates o
