Are you afraid of that? heasked; the terminal spoke the question in Standard, in a decent facsimileof Ralankoor's own voice. Soberly, camera in hand, he got up and headed for theaid station. So closely connected as to have a teleport on the family's home estate,and one at most of their offworld offices. The T'swi beside him was a man named Bin, not much older than himselfbut whom he thought of, as he thought of all the regiment, as considerablyolder.
Not,she thought, because the enormity of it had gotten through to him. Soaking up theheat, breathing the dry hot air, he lost track of time. Is that how most of the men feel about the T'swa? They wish there weretwo divisions? Or a whole army. I suggest youcall Colonel Romlar of the Iryalan Regiment.
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