Kaleya was the distress call, thecry for help that no clan member could ignore. The dawn light was silvery through the shutters and his featuresseemed carved in ivory. He wore the plain brown shirt, breeches and jackboots of a stormtrooper. On the way downstairs he turned aside, went into Centaine's study andpicked up the telephone.
So we mustexpect that they will make the attempt within days, rather than weeks?I'm afraid so, Prime Minister. It was no longer needed,the rest of the run, a thousand miles northwards to the goldfields ofthe Witwatersrand, was across comparatively flat land. None of hismen had been issued with firearms and the atmosphere was almostfriendly. The trooper's teeth clickedtogether and he sat down in the sand and then slowly toppled overbackwards again.
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