She frowned. The sun was bright, the sky blue between scudding white clouds, but thewind was chill. Here the personnel carriers were parked,loaded not with troopers but supplies. They were relaxed, too imbued with the T'sel to be anxious.
What a diabolical thing tohave spared the man, thought Tarimenloku, deliberately leaving him aliveamong the dead, like the drunken Thilraxakootha on the Eve of the Battleof Klarwath. And they look as content as anyone I've everseen, he thought. So he'd hung out in the latrine. You wanted thetoughest sons of bitches you could get.
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