Not only in memory of that distant day when Janos Greycloak and I came within sight of what we’d then called the Far Kingdoms but in the present as well. It always seemed the day was fair, the sea calm, the breezes blowing perfumed and gentle off the land. So it appeared this time, almost ten yea...
They were standing in what could only be called Parade Motley on the landing ground, just in front of the Bhalder. Oh, Mahoney, I will get you, Sten groaned. There were Vosberh’s troops. Unshaven, unbathed, but well armed and, Sten conceded, fairly lethal. Beside them, giving many hostile looks, ...