Ah, but the T'swa are gooks, are they not? Like us. He knocked at theinformation officer's door and identified himself, and Lieutenant Trevelos'svoice bade him enter. The cheering thatarose was wild and elemental, more emotional then anything Tain Faronyahad ever felt or witnessed. Silently he thanked Colonel Voker for ramrodding him through thetwenty-six days of fire-suit workouts on the Quaranth.
He wiggled his toes and regarded them with acertain glumness. He'd stay over tonight, and try them out on Jil-Zat thisevening. It may be a misdemeanor or afelony, depending on the consequences. Romlar sighedand sat up.
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