It was filled with sound and machinery, longpiston shafts rising and falling amid the smell of steam and hot oil, allministered to by a wiry engineer, the smallest adult male T'swi Varlik hadseen. Today it wasn't. From outposts came first the popping of rifle fire, then the crackling of machine guns. Naturally,T'swa being T'swa, some of the warriors learned the language and broughtit home with them.
The Iryalan got upand left. He peered at the T'swi through thickening dusk. Unless he lay on his stomach, even his sore mouthwouldn't keep him awake, he was sure of it. Kristal knew that much of what went on at the ghao was not to beinterrupted short of serious emergency.
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