The Shasht War
“The doors were flung open, and the men with shaved heads painted red cracked whips and screamed at the top of their lungs.
Thru got to his feet without his coat and had to reach down at the last moment to pick it up. A Red Top seized his arm, jerking him forward.
"Move, animal!" He brandished a short whip.
Thru held his ground and pulled his arm free with a stare into the man's eyes. The Red Top looked down, then screamed again and cracked his whip on the wall. Thru shrugged and turned to follo...w the others out of the hold.
Blinking against the bright sun, shivering in the cold air he came up on deck.
"What?" muttered Juf Goost, "they're calling us, 'animals'?" Thru patted Juf on the shoulder. Good old Goost, always seeing the absurd in the presence of the terrifying.
The scene before them both amazed and appalled them. A great cityscape of stone was filled with tens of thousands of people. The docks, the streets behind were jammed solid. Every rooftop, every window, every balcony was packed.MoreLess
Thru got to his feet without his coat and had to reach down at the last moment to pick it up. A Red Top seized his arm, jerking him forward.
"Move, animal!" He brandished a short whip.
Thru held his ground and pulled his arm free with a stare into the man's eyes. The Red Top looked down, then screamed again and cracked his whip on the wall. Thru shrugged and turned to follo...w the others out of the hold.
Blinking against the bright sun, shivering in the cold air he came up on deck.
"What?" muttered Juf Goost, "they're calling us, 'animals'?" Thru patted Juf on the shoulder. Good old Goost, always seeing the absurd in the presence of the terrifying.
The scene before them both amazed and appalled them. A great cityscape of stone was filled with tens of thousands of people. The docks, the streets behind were jammed solid. Every rooftop, every window, every balcony was packed.MoreLess
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