Carrmak got to his feet. Varlik stopped at his own desk before he left, to place a call to the T'swaembassy. It wasout of sight before he could sort out the curves of its graceful roof, thecarved posts of its veranda, the sculpted trees and shrubs that framed andpartly screened it. Dak-So entered, half a head taller and a hundred pounds heavier thanVoker.
This was at the insistence of the T'swa commander, who's appointedsergeants to supervise the prisoners' treatment. Hard to keep intervalson the road. Once more Varlik's stomach knotted. What rank are you? he asked.