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. Thoughtful of you.Good night. Shenodded to Tamris and walked out with unhurried dignity and apparentlyundisturbed imperturbability.Tamris pushed the bottle a few inches farther from her. You just going togive her this? The threat s more apparent than real.I don t want to have to spend the restof our time here hovering over that blasted bottle.Besides, sooner or laterwe re going to have to move fast and hard.No time to be cuddling that thing. You trust her. Her, yes.In this.The weight is on our side.She ll be waiting to see if shecan find an opening that gives her a bigger edge.The other rats well, watchyour back. She groaned and turned herself stiffly out of the chair. Madar, Iwish this was over. She stretched and yawned. Time, I think, for a showerbefore the food arrives.Tamris wrote:So Aleytys pulled it off.I think, really, she worked that hard so she cankeep her promise to herself not to turn the ghost over to the Cazarits.I gota twinge myself tonight, wondering if she really needed to check the recordsof the snatches.She could have started with that day we were up at gate, butif she did, the sec-serfs would have scooped him up before she could get nearhim.Still, maybe she did need to be sure it was him before she startedlooking.Damn this link.We ve needed it and will again, but I don t like thisfloundering.Guess and guess and not even able to ask because the answer mightsay too much in front of the link.Tamris looked at what she d written, flicked the page over, pressed it downand began to write again.When Aleytys told me to keep this notebook, I thought I d just note down a fewfacts and dates didn t stick with that not even the first day, these damnempty pages, they re seductive like having a discreet friend to talk to helpsme get my head in order but definitely not for outside consumption is a goodidea think I ll keep it up other HuntsThe end s close I know it I can feel it almost smell it God, don t let me messupAleytysShe dreamed:She was running toward the boy who stood looking at her out of a face filledwith hate.At his feet lay the bloody body of the thief, stretched in bonelessdeath.She ran toward the boy but before she could reach him, Intaril andf Voine were there, clutching his arms and gibbering at her.Oldread Cansgiggled and pranced on crooked legs about them, pricking pointed hairy ears;the tie-Sah-Kalah whirled about them, screaming, swinging bloody entrails,throwing gobbets of twitching flesh at her.She slipped in the blood andscreamedand woke shaking. Harskari. Her throat hurt, her voice was a husky whisper. Daughter? I dreamed.Shadith was suddenly there. Anxiety dream, she said. I don t know.We re both getting close, Intaril and me.I ll tear this placeapart before I leave him in their hands.Page 78ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Your son? Them both.Sharl or Stavver. You ve bought your leadtime. Harskari shook her white head and laughed.Whenshe sobered, she said, Watch it, Aleytys, don t trample too glibly overothers simply because you can. That s one cool femme, Shadith said. Anything we can do to help? Don t know.Keep an eye on things. She smiled into the darkness. Laugh atme now and then.Good for my sense of proportion. Even if you ve acquired another conscience? I think I m jealous. Harskariwas in a playful mood, something rare enough to startle the others and teasetheir spirits high. Oh, never like you, my mother, she only pinches me on the outside. Sheyawned. Damn, I m tired.Sing me to sleep, Shadithi, mmmh?Shadith s laughter tickled through her head. Yes, little sister, a lullabyfor a sad lady, but you ll have to tuck yourself in. In The Alcove Where Intaril Housed Her Access And Other Instrumentseighth hour plus twenty minutes CENTEReleventh hour plus twenty minutes BATTUEThe flow drifted past, faces and faces until they blurred into a visualrhythm, widening, narrowing longer, shorter, round eyes, slitted eyes, bulgesand pits, faceted and simple, hats and no hats, head cloths and helmets, furand hair, robes and armor, harness and naked skin.Aleytys caught a glimpse ofred, checked the flickering time in the upper right corner and knew she sawthe top of her own head.She leaned closer, eyes devouring the four images onthe screen, one for each of the four turnstiles, reached out, touched Tamris sarm. Slow it.She watched the faces crawl past, saw herself look around then turn to speakto Tamris. Stop it there.Good.Back it up, about three minutes.Good.Now very slow forward.Her hands closed tight about the chair arm as if by squeezing the plastic shecould squeeze the face she wanted out of the screen.The faces crawled past.Nothing.She watched herself pass through the stile, watched the railways, allof them, watched most intently the several families that came into view.Sheflattened her hand across her mouth, drew it across her face, pinched hernose.There were a few children the right age and general conformation.Shestopped the flow at each, stared without blinking at them, ignoring theapparent sex of the youngster but she felt nothing for any of them, not evenfor a small brown-pelted youngling perfect in size and almost matching incertain points, the differences nothing beyond what could be taken care ofwith inserts and fills.Three tunes she had Tamris send the flow back pasthim.She watched him move, had Tamris play over and over the other bits oftape with the boy on them, watched him move.Finally she shook her head,leaned back, closed her eyes. That s the best match, Tamris said after a moment s taut silence. I know.It s not him. Maybe the twinge wasn t what you thought it was. Could be. She sighed, clasped her hands behind her head, eyes still closed. I was being so sly and sharp, she murmured. Maybe we started too late.Cycle it back a couple of minutes before I show up on the tape.The boy waslooking at me, I m almost sure that s what I felt.But whether he was in frontof me or behind. She opened her eyes, sat up. It was just a flicker, Icouldn t catch the direction. She sighed. Try again.I said a coupleminutes, better make it more like five.If I don t get a touch thisrun-through, we go back to the tedium. Then I hope this is the one that makes it. Tamris busied herself at thesensor plate
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