It was almost time; perhaps they'd doit yet. To T'swa mercenaries, war was an activity aspure as healthy sex, and apparently as satisfying. I don't think my stomach wasall that nervous. ***Visit a sawmill they did, recording its yowling head-rig and squallingresaws, its snarling hogger and screeching planer.
Whenhe switched it on, his screen was split, showing both Bosler's face andKusu's. They wereworried about what the T'swa might do. When they'd gone half a mile and found nothing,they almost gave up and turned back, then saw moonlight ahead throughthe trees. Romlar! The one-time dumb fatboy! And that's what he'd have stayed,except for the regiment.
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