One of the other T'swa took therest of them to the messhall. The short straw wins. I'm ready, Varlik said. They'd alreadybreakfasted.
Without saying anything further, the T'swi went out the door and, despitehis limp, broke into a lope, Varlik hurrying behind him through theencampment over trampled bunchgrass clumps. I hadn't expected to be here again. Thefamily has a history of reformist causes. Maybe, he thoughtsardonically, Hasniker had found something he hadn't.
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