The receptionist wore civvies, and watched politely asFelsi came up to her. The horses could never pull the loadedsleighs up the river's considerable bank, not without at least triple-teamingthem, which would slow things unacceptably. Interesting but not promising. These people bore themselves with calmself-certainty.
And a letter cube to Mauen. Then: At ease! he bellowed, and the room went silent till he spoke again. The enemy firing seemed directedmainly elsewhere now, but the T'swa in the ditch with him were triggeringleisurely bursts in the direction the earlier enemy fire had come from, sohe recorded that. Then the T'swa presence was gone, and it seemed to her that it wouldn'tbe back, that it was leaving surveillance in her hands.
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