Chapter sixteen“Where have you been?” said Fweygo. “You look in a hell of a mess.”
“I’ll tell you.” I slumped myself down in a chair in the room in Nandisha’s palace given over to our use. The phantom blue Scorpion of the Star Lords, this time, had dumped me down in a quiet corner of a street on the same hill as the palace and I’d had only to walk along the Avenue of Musk and so cross the Kyro of Perfumers to reach here. “First of all, by Beng Dikkane, I need a wet.”
Fweygo put down the sword he had been fiddling with and handed the jug across and I poured a healthy dose and took a huge swig. I wiped my hand across my mouth. “By Mother Zinzu the Blessed! I needed that!”
Fweygo didn’t smile. He saw enough of my mood to allow me to explain in my own time. He took up the sword again and ex
