Let's go, Varlik murmured. There! Right on! Then he came with the others to whereJerym stood. Meanwhile, one of the T'swa had taken a plastic jerry can of water andpoured some into each of a row of the potlike helmets outside. When allthree were inside, he spoke with exaggerated patience.
Anything the matter? Jerym murmured. 37It had not been a good night for Varlik, though it started exceedingly well. Neither wantedto be killed by some tiger or blue troll-certainly not on the day, the eve atleast, of going home to Iryala. And besides.