Romlar brushed water from his body, dressed, and hiked up the hill to hiscommand tent. She was there a few minutes in advance, on her feet in the rear,a fresh power slug in both recorders, audio and video, her camera helmetconspicuous. Varlik had been the last man down his cable. Iryalan Army assumesdirection of the military situation on Kettle, without however relievingRombil of responsibility as fief holder.
Even then it seemed dim,reminding Varlik of the T'swa's catlike vision. Voker sippedthoughtfully at his tepid joma, then dismissed Lormagen from his thoughtsand turned back to the plan he'd been working on. After filling out brief forms and labels,they left their packaged cubes with the sergeant there for dispatch toIryala in the day's message pod. Not I, nor any fleet thesultan could send.
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