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Updated: June 21, 2025
And he was a prisoner with a very uncertain future, depending upon the will of the Veep and a man named Hume. Hume, the Out-Hunter, had shown no surprise when Wass stood up in the lamplight to greet the rescued. "I see you have been hunting." His eyes had moved from Hume to Rynch and back again. "Yes but that does not matter!" the Hunter had returned impatiently. "No? Then what does?"
He had realized the folly of his outburst the moment Wass had looked at him. "This becomes more interesting," the Veep had remarked with that deceptive gentleness. "You are Rynch Brodie, castaway from the Largo Drift, are you not? I trust that Out-Hunter Hume has made plain to you our concern with your welfare, Gentlehomo Brodie." "I'm not Brodie."
Wass was Veep of a shadowy empire, but that was apart from the world in which Ras Hume moved. He strode deliberately down the corridor illuminated between leaf and blossom walls. A grotesque lump of crystal leered at him from the heart of a tharsala lilly bed. The intricate carving of a devilish nonhuman set of features was a work of alien art.
Veep bank continuing all the while some twenty men came running out of the woods there and fled across towards us, many bullets splashing into the water behind them. They reached their comrades in the river-bed, and the whole body stood irresolute, facing the shore where nothing showed but a glint of steel here and there between the trees.
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