Lod The Galley Slave (Lost Civilizations) - Plot & Excerpts
the pilot said. “We’ll be faster.” “And less able to defend ourselves,” Eglon said. “I don’t like it.” Together, they brooded upon their fate. Then a hunched sailor clinging to the top of the mast cried out. The sail billowed and the small Vendhyan swayed above it. His brown-skinned feet rested on twin wooden spurs as his crooked fingers clung to the very tip of the mast. While he was a wretched man, dressed in a loincloth, he had the eyes of an eagle. “The fleet!” shouted the Vendhyan. “Three degrees to starboard is the fleet.” Another Vendhyan at the tiller shoved against it. Eglon and the pilot stepped to the bowsprit where below the ram churned the waters. In the distance rose land. Before that, black specks stained the sea, the fleet of Yorgash. “Notice the water, Captain,” the pilot said.
What do You think about Lod The Galley Slave (Lost Civilizations)?
