He'd notified Linnasteth of Cheldring's death, and what had led toit. Tobe more exact, he said: 'Lotta, you're like Artus. Which is not okay, especially for a platoon leader. Then he turnedand stalked away.
The face was black too, the eyes large in the flare light: a T'swi for sure! The black man rose to his knees and fir Get ready to cleanher up, he ordered. Then a question struck him, one she might well ask: What good is a flaw?What can you do with it?He didn't have the answer, not consciousl ***The dispatcher wouldn't send a floater to take her back to the platoon.
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