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It looked like he was getting the challenge he wanted, though not in any way he could've expected. He grinned at his other-universe colleague. "I'm James Medart, of Alternate Alpha Prime. What's your problem?" "Ariel of Rolian, Zeta Prime." The woman smiled, looking relieved. "You're all right?" "Fine." "Good.
He did not seem thrilled by the knowledge I had given him, but turned his head and stared after the figure on the white horse. Then he said: "Well, he's made a mess o' the battle. We could've held Hill 70 against all the di'els o' hell if there had bin supports behind us." "Ay," said his comrade, "an' there's few o' the laddies'll come back fra Cite St.-Auguste."
"Well," said the ever-hopeful Si, "the Bible says that the rain falls on the just and unjust alike. If it's tough on us, it's jest as tough on them. Their guns wouldn't go off any better'n ours yesterday. If that regiment in front of us could've shot like they can on a dry day they'd 've made a sick time for us."
"I don't think Maria could've done better." It was yet light when they finished their supper, filled their pipes, and adjusted themselves for a comfortable smoke. One of the men came back and said: "Corporal, there's a rebel on horseback down the road a little ways who seems to be spying on us. We've noticed him for some little time.
Least it sounded like that, 'Y' ain't hurted, he says." "Must have been pretty close, Mel?" said Clancy, never stopping, but keeping a string of split mackerel rolling into his keeler. Mel and I were gibbing for Clancy. "Close? I could've touched his chain-plates like that," and Mel, getting excited, reached his mittened hand across the keeler and touched Clancy on the arm.
Now Tom he got all that notion out of Walter Scott's book, which he was always reading. And it WAS a wild notion, because in my opinion he never could've raised the men, and if he did, as like as not he would've got licked. I took the book and read all about it, and as near as I could make it out, most of the folks that shook farming to go crusading had a mighty rocky time of it.
"Oh, I wish I could've went along. But I'm weak! Oh, Father Pat, the next time I git licked, I'll keep it t' myself!" "Oh, don't be silly!" admonished Cis, apprehensive, but calm, being buoyed up by hope based upon solid information. "Didn't I tell you, Johnnie, to 'wait till Mr. Perkins finds out'? Well, we waited, tied to the table like two thieves, or something. And Mr.
"We could've, but it wasn't necessary," Medart said. "I was able to use persuasion instead along with five battle fleets to show them the alternative to peace. They'd managed to take over almost half of Sector Five by then, but they accepted annexation as a Subsector, and they've been loyal citizens ever since." "You missed a Sandeman war," Ariel said thoughtfully, "and we missed a Traiti war.
I could've loved you once; but that was before me and beer was introduced. I'd sell you for twenty quid right now, coin down, if the chance offered. An' I ain't goin' to love you, so you can put that in your pipe 'n' smoke it." "But as I was about to say when so rudely interrupted by your 'fectionate ways " Here he broke off to tilt to his mouth the opened bottle Kwaque handed him.
Betrayed by her teacher, attacked and almost killed, then drafted and hauled into a whole new kind of life . . . she couldn't be exactly comfortable about the whole thing, but she was reacting better than he could've expected well enough that he'd rate her adaptability level the equal of a Ranger's, which was a promising sign.
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