He'd put out word that he neededsomeone self-disciplined and extremely tough, someone who couldcommand respect from and control the toughest, most undisciplined men. It was there they took cover, Varlik wiping again at the sweat whichthreatened to blind him, trying to keep his gasping as quiet as possible. The troopers thenmoved eastward, mostly under cover of woods. At a rapid limp, he followed the runner to the command tent, and sat downat the radio.
Or any mammals. Theypiled into the back, most armed with pitchforks, some with axes. Most of the best of it, CaptainGotasu told them, had been recorded by an Iryalan who'd been with theT'swa, a guy named Varlik Lormagen who'd been called the White T'swi. Beyond fifty feet he saw only dimly, and beyond eightynothing at all.
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