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Updated: June 16, 2025
He started the fire under the boiler and loaded aboard tools and the small supply of krenoj he had managed to set aside from their rations. All of this took time, but not time enough. It would soon be dawn and they would have to leave before then, and he could no longer avoid making up his mind. He could not leave Ijale here, and if he went to get her he could not refuse to take Mikah as well.
"Yes, Ch'aka," she said, darting a quick glance at his exposed face, then turning away. He grumbled and pushed the basket of krenoj over to her. "I can see where it is not going to be an easy thing changing this social setup. Tell me, do you or any of the others ever have any desire to be free?" "What is free?" "Well ... I suppose that answers my question.
It was tough and oily but far superior to the barely edible krenoj that made up the greater part of the native diet. He chewed noisily on the bone and watched while one of the other slaves sidled over towards him.
He rooted around in a pouch and pulled out a krenoj. "Here, have something to eat." "Where you get poisoned krenoj?" Fasimba asked with interest. "I could use a poisoned krenoj." "This isn't poisoned, it's perfectly edible, or at least as edible as these things ever are." Fasimba laughed. "You pretty funny, Ch'aka. I give you one arrow for poisoned krenoj."
I see an endless vista of krenoj stretching out before me and intend to enjoy this last meal before entering servitude." The lead soldiers looked confused and turned to their officer for orders. "Who is this?" he asked Snarbi, pointing at the still seated Jason. "Is there any reason why I should not kill him." "You can't!" Snarbi choked, and turned a dirty shade of white.
That is roughly what I had in mind, except when we get out of here we are going in the other direction, as far away from your krenoj crowd as I can get." Ijale listened attentively, stirring the soup with one hand and scratching inside her leather wrappings with the other.
He slammed the door and made a mental note to get hold of a bolt to be placed on this side as well. There were more krenoj for breakfast but Jason was feeling too good physically to mind. He was scrubbed raw and clean and the itching was gone even from his sprouting beard. The metalcloth of his Pyrran coverall had dried almost as soon as it had been washed so he was wearing clean clothes as well.
"Not yet, I have barely looked at the thing. In fact one look was enough to convince that the job will be as easy as stealing krenoj from a blind man. The engine is as inefficient and clumsy in construction as your petroleum still. If you people put one tenth of the energy into research and improving your product as you do into hiding it from the competition, you would all be flying jets."
Their food still consisted only of krenoj and Jason shuddered while he admitted that he was actually growing used to them. The following morning, under the frightened gaze of his guards, Jason tackled the underside of the baseplate. He had been thinking about it a good part of the night and he put his theories to the test at once.
Twice we passed places where the grass was flat and branches broken as if a caroj passed two or three days ago, maybe more. And once there was a place where someone had built a cooking fire, but that was very old." "Nothing to be seen, Mikah?" Jason asked with raised eyebrows. "See what a lifetime of krenoj hunting can do for the sense of observation and terrain." "I am no savage.
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