orms his art asperfectly as he is able, without distracting himself with concerns of victoryor defeat, survival or death. What's that? The regiment, or regiments-sacrifice of. The T'swa with their own technite mine? How could you disprovesomething like that? After a moment he reached into a partly filled packingcase and transferred a sidearm to his packsack. Well-being.
He grunted awake and got up. The enemy wasn't there, and when he'd left, of course, he'd destroyed hiscamp and taken his supplies with him. For an instant Jerym held his breath, turning away to protect hisnight vision from the expected blast, waiting for the bomb to go off, to wipeout Desterbi, Warden, and the general. On each of the cots sat a field pack attachedto a harness, the harness also holding assorted pouches and pockets.
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