That, she told herself, would give her time for a relaxing showerbefore supper at 1800, and she accepted. Just now theywere sparingly occupied. She feltvery relaxed now, and the trance came easily. You'll prob'ly want to start for Burnt Woods tomorrow.
Good! He looked them over again. You cutyour knuckles cleaning your rifle. It seemed to him that he must have known then what had caused it,though he'd had no time to look at it. But he listenedand nodded, and thanked the mercenary commander gruffly when he'dfinished.
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