I am going to risk my lifefor no better reason thanfilling my belly, he thought as he crawled out of his shelter and down themountainside. He was quite capable of decidingon the spur of the moment that Rathar was an enemy and ordering hishead stricken from his body. Bembo didn't seehow it happened; he'd been nose to nose with Gabriina, exchanginguncompliments. Go beforeme, he murmured.
But we don't. An impartial listener, of which there were none outsidethe constabulary station, would assuredly have called it whining. For all the good we're doing here, we might as well have stayedasleep in the barracks, Istvan said. Other men took their women.
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