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"Be seeing you." Jack hurried into the bedroom he and Brannhard shared; he kicked off his moccasins and began pulling on his boots. Brannhard, pulling his trousers up over his pajama pants, wanted to know where he thought he was going. "With you. I've got to find them before some dumb son of a Khooghra shoots them." "You stay here," Gus ordered.
"Any of you ever been on Yggdrasil?" "I saw a man shot once on Mimir, for calling another man a son of a Khooghra," Jack said. "The man who shot him had been on Yggdrasil and knew what he was being called." "I spent a couple of years among them," Gerd said. "They do build fires; I'll give them that. They char points on sticks to make spears. And they talk.
"You heard the gentleman." Lunt made the word sound worse than son of a Khooghra. He turned to the two deputies. "Well, you have them; what are you waiting for?" Jack watched from the door as they put the sacks into the aircar, climbed in after them and lifted out. Then he came back and sat down at the table. "They don't know anything about court orders," he said.
Now he was afraid that the real jewel was going to be stolen from him. Nick Emmert was just afraid. "You were right yesterday, Victor. I wish Holloway'd killed that son of a Khooghra. Maybe it's not too late " "Yes, it is, Nick. It's too late to do anything like that. It's too late to do anything but win the case in court." He turned to Grego. "What are your people doing?"
He avoided their eyes, and his voice was surly. "I thought that was how it was, and I asked Woller. He just laughed at me and told me to forget it." The screen seethed momentarily with anger. "That son of a Khooghra thinks he's chief, not me. One word from me and he does just what he damn pleases!" "Now you're being smart, Piet," Fane said. "Let's start all over...."
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