Call the commanding officer of your local military forces, Ko-Danordered. Then he closed the door, grinned at his visitors,and returned his attention to the gauge. Where? A rumor! It could be false then. No pay record! Have either ofyou ever been paid? Both indicated they hadn't.
Most of the T'swa were already on board, had returned ahead of thosewho'd stopped at the ditch, and even in the darkness, Varlik was aware ofgaps in their seated ranks. The president paused, his expression not entirely clear. Notnearly what his survey ship might have given him, but enough to excite theastronomers back home. His purpose in being here had been to trap theIryalans; instead his own men were caught between forces, beset by whatseemed to be three regiments, all of them dangerous.
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