”Tristan closed his eyes. The only life was in a group of torpecloboats anchored in the Grand Canal. Shadow rolled over and stoodshakily. He was breathless and his heart was pounding to beat the cars when he reached the top of the fourth flight of stairs.
“Did you bring the two Valrenkians I asked for?”Einar nodded. Joe remembered the dark focastle and the sound of snoring from the bunks spinning around, then sleep hitting him like a sandbag and the sweet, sicky taste of rum in his mouth. “Can’t you guess?” Einar asked back. He soon wondered why a retreat hadn’t been called,also forcing him to fear that Traax might have been killed.
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