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the far corner of the room.
Which is? he asked impatiently.
Her gaze did not waver as it shifted between the two other members of the
Kewwyd. The creature, if it truly exists, is dwelling and working in the land
of Wullsakaa, and not glorious Pakktrine Unified. No matter what its nature
either as an individual or as a representative of another intelligent species,
I
submit that this geographical reality cannot be to our advantage.
It was true. The junior administrator had raised a conundrum that could not be
ignored much as
Hurrahyrad might wish to do so.
As if this day had not started out with problems enough.
What am I doing here? Treappyn found himself wondering as he guided his tethet
off the main road and onto the sandy dirt track. This was no place to advance
oneself. The farther he got from Metrel, the deeper he sank into gloom. Worst
of all, he could not get the image of that decrepit oldster Srinballa smirking
snidely as his younger counterpart was hoisted by his own hubris.
Treappyn knew it was his own fault. When he had argued that the rumors of a
miracle-working alien needed to be checked out, he had never dreamed that the
Highborn would order him, personally, to perform such a task. That was
footwork best left to the lower ranks. Now he found himself nearly at the tip
of the Pavjadd Peninsula, far from the nearest decent eating establishment,
forced personally to seek verification or refutation of a rumor.
The country simpleton half asleep at the gate that barred the counselor s
progress had to be roughly jostled awake by one of Treappyn s two accompanying
bodyguards. At least the bumpkin was properly
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Running deferential. But there was about him also an air of confidence that
did not fit with his apparent station in life.
Your pardon, Noble Treappyn. I did not recognize you.
Was this cloddish individual having a joke at his expense? Treappyn wondered.
The counselor s unusually expansive frame was well-known throughout the length
and breadth of Wullsakaa. Still, in a backwater like this, he supposed such
ignorance was possible.
I must make a note to ensure that you are not one of those assigned to man a
critical border entry in time of war, the counselor harrumphed. While two
sets of gripping flanges clutched the side prods that guided his tethet, he
gestured forcefully with the other pair. Please move the barrier so that we
may continue onward.
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You have come to seek the blessings of the Visitant? Ebbanai asked
tentatively.
So that was what they were calling it. The rumor had a name. I come in search
of a degree of reality, not some quack remedies for imaginary ills.
That will be easily acquired, Noble. Ebbanai stood waiting patiently.
Waiting for what, an increasingly irritated Treappyn could not imagine.
Well move the gate so that we may proceed.
Ebbanai remained deferential, but insistent. There is the matter of access,
Noble. Caring for the
Visitant s needs is an endless and often difficult task. It requires constant
supervision. The cost . . . He let his words trail away, to be carried off by
the sea breeze.
Sudden realization of what the speaker was hinting at struck Treappyn, leaving
him with a modicum of astonishment. If nothing else, one had to admire the
bumpkin s boldness. Ah. Now I understand completely. The gripping flanges of
his second right hand reached toward his side. Ebbanai looked on expectantly.
His expression changed sharply when the Noble withdrew not a money packet, but
a longknife. Flanking him, his bodyguards proceeded to unsheathe their swords.
Their expressions were not benign.
Noble, what is this? Moving a pair of forelegs, Ebbanai took a nervous step
backward. I don t understand.
It s very simple. You say that this individual requires constant care.
Clearly, he would be better off in the absence of parasites. Such as
yourself.
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Running
Ebbanai began backing away, all four forelegs working nervously beneath him.
Noble Treappyn, I
assure you that I am certain an exception can be made for the good of the
Highborn s representative. I
did not mean to suggest
Yes you did, declared Treappyn, interrupting briskly as he resheathed his
weapon. No matter. As counselor to the Highborn, it is incumbent on me to
encourage the enterprise of Wullsakaa s people. Just not when it happens to be
directed personally in my direction.
Ebbanai relaxed but not completely. The counselor s bodyguards still had their
swords out. I will bring you to the place myself, Noble Treappyn.
He had to run hard to keep up with the three mounted visitors from Metrel.
Only the short limbs of the tethets allowed him to do so. Built low to the
ground, they could trot along all day on their powerful eight legs, but their
short stride did not allow for great speed.
So this Visitant has come to us from the sky? Treappyn addressed his
wheezing guide without looking down from his saddle. All four feet were firmly
ensconced in the forward stirrups, his legs parallel to the ground as he rode.
It must be very strong indeed, to have survived such a great fall.
It did not fall, Noble. Ebbanai was panting hard as he ran alongside the
government representative s steed, his lung slamming against the inside of his
chest wall. It he arrived in an enormous vessel, a kind of flying machine.
I see. Treappyn s unhappiness over having to undertake the journey from
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the far corner of the room.
Which is? he asked impatiently.
Her gaze did not waver as it shifted between the two other members of the
Kewwyd. The creature, if it truly exists, is dwelling and working in the land
of Wullsakaa, and not glorious Pakktrine Unified. No matter what its nature
either as an individual or as a representative of another intelligent species,
I
submit that this geographical reality cannot be to our advantage.
It was true. The junior administrator had raised a conundrum that could not be
ignored much as
Hurrahyrad might wish to do so.
As if this day had not started out with problems enough.
What am I doing here? Treappyn found himself wondering as he guided his tethet
off the main road and onto the sandy dirt track. This was no place to advance
oneself. The farther he got from Metrel, the deeper he sank into gloom. Worst
of all, he could not get the image of that decrepit oldster Srinballa smirking
snidely as his younger counterpart was hoisted by his own hubris.
Treappyn knew it was his own fault. When he had argued that the rumors of a
miracle-working alien needed to be checked out, he had never dreamed that the
Highborn would order him, personally, to perform such a task. That was
footwork best left to the lower ranks. Now he found himself nearly at the tip
of the Pavjadd Peninsula, far from the nearest decent eating establishment,
forced personally to seek verification or refutation of a rumor.
The country simpleton half asleep at the gate that barred the counselor s
progress had to be roughly jostled awake by one of Treappyn s two accompanying
bodyguards. At least the bumpkin was properly
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Running deferential. But there was about him also an air of confidence that
did not fit with his apparent station in life.
Your pardon, Noble Treappyn. I did not recognize you.
Was this cloddish individual having a joke at his expense? Treappyn wondered.
The counselor s unusually expansive frame was well-known throughout the length
and breadth of Wullsakaa. Still, in a backwater like this, he supposed such
ignorance was possible.
I must make a note to ensure that you are not one of those assigned to man a
critical border entry in time of war, the counselor harrumphed. While two
sets of gripping flanges clutched the side prods that guided his tethet, he
gestured forcefully with the other pair. Please move the barrier so that we
may continue onward.
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You have come to seek the blessings of the Visitant? Ebbanai asked
tentatively.
So that was what they were calling it. The rumor had a name. I come in search
of a degree of reality, not some quack remedies for imaginary ills.
That will be easily acquired, Noble. Ebbanai stood waiting patiently.
Waiting for what, an increasingly irritated Treappyn could not imagine.
Well move the gate so that we may proceed.
Ebbanai remained deferential, but insistent. There is the matter of access,
Noble. Caring for the
Visitant s needs is an endless and often difficult task. It requires constant
supervision. The cost . . . He let his words trail away, to be carried off by
the sea breeze.
Sudden realization of what the speaker was hinting at struck Treappyn, leaving
him with a modicum of astonishment. If nothing else, one had to admire the
bumpkin s boldness. Ah. Now I understand completely. The gripping flanges of
his second right hand reached toward his side. Ebbanai looked on expectantly.
His expression changed sharply when the Noble withdrew not a money packet, but
a longknife. Flanking him, his bodyguards proceeded to unsheathe their swords.
Their expressions were not benign.
Noble, what is this? Moving a pair of forelegs, Ebbanai took a nervous step
backward. I don t understand.
It s very simple. You say that this individual requires constant care.
Clearly, he would be better off in the absence of parasites. Such as
yourself.
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Running
Ebbanai began backing away, all four forelegs working nervously beneath him.
Noble Treappyn, I
assure you that I am certain an exception can be made for the good of the
Highborn s representative. I
did not mean to suggest
Yes you did, declared Treappyn, interrupting briskly as he resheathed his
weapon. No matter. As counselor to the Highborn, it is incumbent on me to
encourage the enterprise of Wullsakaa s people. Just not when it happens to be
directed personally in my direction.
Ebbanai relaxed but not completely. The counselor s bodyguards still had their
swords out. I will bring you to the place myself, Noble Treappyn.
He had to run hard to keep up with the three mounted visitors from Metrel.
Only the short limbs of the tethets allowed him to do so. Built low to the
ground, they could trot along all day on their powerful eight legs, but their
short stride did not allow for great speed.
So this Visitant has come to us from the sky? Treappyn addressed his
wheezing guide without looking down from his saddle. All four feet were firmly
ensconced in the forward stirrups, his legs parallel to the ground as he rode.
It must be very strong indeed, to have survived such a great fall.
It did not fall, Noble. Ebbanai was panting hard as he ran alongside the
government representative s steed, his lung slamming against the inside of his
chest wall. It he arrived in an enormous vessel, a kind of flying machine.
I see. Treappyn s unhappiness over having to undertake the journey from
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