The general grunted, then bent and pinned a medal on Varlik's pajama top. Long rows of tents extended from the road, mere roofs above raised floorsof boards, their sides rolled open to the usual prairie breeze. We have decided to send you back to your people with some T'swawounded-those fit to travel. Fenssen nodded.
Ibang went over to them. Heused the word for marital family-spouse and children-then stopped again tolook at Lotta. She'd have to get her own weight down, she decided. Bloody strange, one of them said quietly.
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