They rounded the curve, leaving thevillage out of sight behind them, the cars on the siding slowly taking formin the darkness ahead. The drilling troops they passed marched in a cloud of dust thatrose tawny gray around them. The commodore went on. The way it felt to him, though, Heber Lanks was alive, alive and a prisoner.
Her loss had hurt him, but thewar-the war had been so necessary, and the troopers so brave. He's a friend. Ka-Maosaluted then and left, closing the door behind himself. What will you do? Romlar didn't answer till he'd put his binoculars away.
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