For, locked a helpless captive in the clutches of Prince Thuton, who grinned down at me with cold gloating triumph written in his cruel face, Darloona was swiftly borne away from me as she stood on the deck of the Kajazell, the flagship of the Zanadarian fleet, which rose from hovering above the terrace of the palace, circled us briefly once, then rose again to fly at avast height, dwindling down the sky, bound for Zanadar, the mountaintop fortress of the bold and powerful Sky Pirates of Callisto.
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