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The guard shoved Mikah in after him and locked the door. Jason secured it with his own interior bolt then waved the two others over to the corner farthest from the door and tiny window opening. "New slaves today," he told them, "and one of them is from Appsala, a mercenary or a soldier of some kind that they captured on a skirmish.
"He is Hertug of the Perssonoj. I have fought for the Perssonoj and they knew me and I saw the Hertug himself and he believed me. The Perssonoj are very powerful in Appsala and have many powerful secrets, but not as powerful as the Trozelligoj who have the secret of the caroj and the jetilo. I knew I could ask any price of the Perssonoj if I brought them the secret of the caroj. And I will."
I come from a land where we know all the secrets of nature " "What is the name of this land? Are you a spy from Appsala?" "I couldn't very well be one since I have never heard of the place." Jason pulled at his lower lip, wondering just how intelligent Edipon was, and just how frank he could be with him.
What do you mean this is his last night of freedom?" "It should be obvious by now even to you after seeing how the social ethic works on this planet. What did you think we were going to do when we came to Appsala follow Snarbi like sheep to the slaughter? I have no idea what he is planning. I just know he must be planning something. When I ask him about the city he only answers in generalities.
"That's me, Snarbi, fine soldier, pikeman, checked out on club and dagger, seven kills and two possibles on my record, you can check it yourself at the guild hall." "I remember it all Snarbi, including the fact that you know your way back to Appsala." "I've been around." "Then the revolution is still on, in fact it is starting right now but I want to keep it small.
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