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Kennard's injuries had been serious, but thanks to Medart's help not fatal, and Senior Physician Zanivar had said he'd be released later that week. The two stood and came to attention as the Emperor entered, followed by Crown Prince Forrest and a massive, gray-skinned Traiti in Marine service black. "As you were," Davis said, motioning the others to chairs and seating himself at his desk.
Where is the gray-skinned, soft-eyed cow that hardly needed a cord to lead her? The shapely cob, so brave with its tinkling bells and crimson tassels? The cob that daddy drove to market, and many merry fairs? Gone with the storm! all gone! Count Nobili was like the Italian climate in extremes. Like his native soil, he must live in the sunshine. His was not a nature to endure a secret sorrow.
These huge gray-skinned humanoids were aggressive as hell they were nicknamed Sharks as much for that as for the facial resemblance and this one looked even less well-intentioned toward him than his guards did. "My ident code's TERHE6-2063-4121. What're you doing with my wounded?" "They are medical treatment receiving," Joste said.
By the time about a third of those in the gathering hall had introduced themselves, he had a distinct buzz on. He had also come to the firm, if rather woozy, conclusion that these people, his new family, were the finest in the galaxy. Especially the big gray-skinned guy beside him, the brother he'd never had. Before. He was never sure, later, how many more of Ch'kara he did meet.
The gray-skinned courtiers were eyeing him expectantly, and just as the suspense became almost unendurable, the old man threw up his arms and cried sharply: "The prophecy of the magic beanstalk has been fulfilled. In this radiant and sublime Scarecrowcus, the spirit of Chang Wang Woe, the mighty, has returned.
Laying here in swim trunks, it was hard to believe he'd been damn near torn in half not much more than two months ago. But he had been, trying to help one of the then-enemy, a gray-skinned Traiti. Oh, well. The war was over, thanks to Steve Tarlac, and the Traiti were Imperial citizens, while he was supposed to be concentrating on recovering his strength. He stood, called to the lander.
Don't put up any show of fight." Elza now was standing against the wall, a hand before her eyes. I went to her. "Elza, dear " Her hand pressed mine. Our captors stood curiously watching us. There seemed to be at least ten of them men as tall as myself, though not so tall as Georg. Swarthy, gray-skinned fellows one or two of them squat, ape-like with their heavy shoulders and dangling arms.
Darkness had fallen, while he had been inside; now the whole Company Reservation was ablaze with electric lights. Somebody at the power-plant had thrown on the emergency lights. There was a confused mass of gray-skinned figures in front of Company House, reflected light twinkling on steel over them; from the direction of the native-troops barracks more natives were coming on the run.
Collier. A gaunt, hollow-eyed man was he, worn to a thread by diabetes; and to keep the disease in check, strictly dieted. His appearance was so suggestive of illness, that whenever he was present the conversation always turned on what he might eat and what he must refrain from touching. A large, gray-skinned man, handsome somewhat like a figure of Melancholy carved out of limestone.
The courtiers, nobles and their guests those who had managed to make it to the Palace on such short notice all had a chance to study the open-shirted, scarred Ranger and the massive gray-skinned beings with him. They knew Traiti from pictures, but none of these had seen them in the flesh. And more than their presence here drew comment. Two of the aliens were armed, in the Imperial Presence!
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