“Your Elegance, let it be known that—should you make me your navigator—I vow to guide that ship into the deep void where monsters dwell. I will wake everyone aboard, so your people may experience the nightmares of unspace. Once they’ve gone mad, torn out each other’s throats and driven their own thumbs into their eyes, I will paint on the walls with their blood. Salvagers will find these words: ‘the Boyarin Piter Tchever Uskaro did this, who is no respecter of human freedoms.’”
