On her feet? Support her; carry her upright. But I warn you, it's an old cube from before the Kettle War, and the T'swa in it are figments of anuninformed imagination. The council sat digesting this, all but Lanks, who still stood. Kusu smiled.
You want heraddress? Not now. What's yours? she countered. Herecognized a certain responsibility for Varlik's being with the T'swa, and forthe young man's likely death if he continued with them. Hiscomputer gave the coordinates to its navigation program, and the gunshipswung around.
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