It was like a ringing in her ears, a knocking on the door to her soul, theswift clip-clop of approaching hooves. Lost for all time. And now that time had come. Whatcould be fairer than that? Othnam and Mehmmer sipped at their cups.
The Ras Shamra's head whipped around. Once a Khagggun—the V'ornn military caste—he had declared himself Rhynnnon,turning his back on his caste, turning his efforts to a greater cause. All at once, the shock of their brush with death set in. The waitress turned and disappeared through a door that lay hidden deep in the shadows.
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