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He looked at Kieran and then at the woman. "We have to settle this right now," he said. "We're getting near enough to Sako to go out of drive. Are we going to land or aren't we?" "Yes," said Paula steadily. "We're landing." Webber glanced again at Kieran's face. "But if that's the way he feels " "Go ahead and land," she said. It was nothing like landing in a rocket.
"Your own favorite Cumberland grip where's the whale strength of you now, Bruiser Bill your buffalo rush, hah? It's my weakness to make a show of you here on this deck you, my Bruising Bill, the boastful lump of muscle that you are. Just muscle, no more. And now where are you where, I say?" The long, smooth muscles of Kieran's back were gathering and swelling.
But" to Kieran's ears had come the sound of muttering in the crowd "shall we get at it? We ought to make a good match of it. You may be a bit the bigger, but no matter. Three or four inches in height and sixty or seventy pounds, what's that? What d'you say?" he turned to the crew "he's big enough to pull a mast down on deck. Are the two of us to settle it here without interference?
They came to a place where the river made a wide bend and they cut across it, clear of the trees. Paula touched Kieran's arm and pointed. "Look." Kieran looked, and then he stopped still. The light was not moonlight, and its source was not a moon.
Kieran's Day; the numerous chapels erected by the chiefs of all the neighbouring clans; the halls, hospitals, book-houses, nunneries, cemeteries, granaries-all still stood, awaiting from Christian hands the last fatal blow.
Keep your patient quiet any more of that moaning and flopping and we're sunk." He picked up a large plastic container and moved closer to the door. Paula looked at Kieran's cheek. "Let me fix that." "Don't bother," he said. At this moment he hoped the Sakae, whoever and whatever they were, would come along and clap these two into some suitable place for the rest of their lives.
Kieran's stomach came up and stuck in his throat. He was falling up? Down? Sideways? He didn't know, but whichever it was not all the parts of him were falling at the same rate, or perhaps it was not all in the same direction, he didn't know that either, but it was an exceptionally hideous feeling.
She suddenly squeezed something under Kieran's nose, a small thing that she had produced from her pocket without his noticing it, in his angry preoccupation with the two men. He smelled a sweet, refreshing odor and he struck her arm away. "Oh, no, you're not giving me any more dopes " Then he stopped, for suddenly it all seemed wryly humorous to him.
It struck the side of the flitter with a sharp clack, and fell. Kieran's nervous relays finally connected. He jumped for the open hatch. Automatically he pushed Paula ahead of him, trying to shield her, and she gave him an odd startled look. Webber was already inside. More stones rattled around and one grazed Kieran's thigh. It hurt. His cheek was bleeding freely.
The tall middle-aged man reached and caught him before he hit the floor, and eased him into a chair. He heard, as though from a great distance, Vaillant's voice saying irritatedly, "Let Paula take care of him, Webber. Look at this we're going to cross another rift " There were a few minutes then when everything was very jumbled up in Kieran's mind. The woman was talking to him.
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