A sense of suppressed panic in the voice sharpened Varlik'sattention. The others had determined to move eastward out of the forest,planning to sleep in haystacks and rob farms. Warden had come upwith Romlar's talent for intuitive orienteering-for going without knowing, as Esenrok had dubbed it. After a long moment he spoke: Where did that comefrom? he breathed.
50 hours tomorrow morning. ***With his training and the Ostrak Procedures, anxiety had become foreignto Romlar, but he'd felt a pang of it when the T'swa were mentioned, and itwas still there, a deep psychic bruise. It would set him apart,cut him off from them, perhaps even endanger him. Two cargo movers wereparked there, waiting to transfer more of it, perhaps to the kitchens whenthey were ready.
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