Jo Clayton SQ 01 Shadowplay

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what I m saying now.
Dio.
Kikun strolled past them, went out through the open-ing and stood waiting for
them.
Shadith sighed.
Here we go again, plans down the tubes. All that work wasted. Ah well, tie a
knot and go on, where s that case? Ah.
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She slid the muddy strap over her shoulder and fol-lowed Kikun. After a
minute, Rohant growled and fol-lowed her.
With the Fanatic s flare lighting the way, they moved quickly through the
trees, despite the rain and wind and the treacherous, thorny canes of the
amtapishka vines that sprawled in furious complication between the root
gnarls, canes the wind whipped about their ankles like sawchains. Shadith was
very glad of her boots and amused despite her predicament by Kikun s
skip-dance as he adroitly and effortlessly avoided the thorns. He had even
less trouble than the cats who loped along unconcerned, though they were still
not liking the rain much.
The flit had its canopy pulled over and one of Silvercreep s men was visible
through the translucent bubble, curled up asleep in the back. The Fanatic made
them crouch down beside it where they couldn t be seen; when he was sure
Rohant had the cats under control, he rapped on the canopy.
Ocsipishopasti.
Shadith wrinkled her nose as the click failed to happen and the word stayed a
collection of nonsense syllables.
That s not in the vocab Ginny put together for us; it s either
obscene or a password.
Maybe both.
There was a sleepy grumble, then a hatch opened in the canopy and a
tousle-headed local looked out. The Fanatic shot him, waggled his gun at
Rohant. You, Hunter. Pull him out, he snapped. Move.
Rohant didn t move. I m going to bring Sassa down. Stay loose, will you?
What is this Sassa?
Bird. Raptor. The hawk came dropping through the trees, perched on the
canopy. You see.
Rohant got to his feet, hauled the dead local out of the flit and, tossed him
to the ground. Arms crossed over his chest, he faced the Fanatic. Anything
else?
Get the bird away from the flit and keep it away from one if you want it
alive.
He comes with us. Like the cats.
The Fanatic stared at him, his face deeply shadowed, illuminated by the dim
light coming from inside the can-opy and the backleak from the flare. I see.
You and the others move away from the flit, take your livestock with you.
Don t make me shoot, the noise might bring com-pany none of us would like. I
repeat, I will NOT allow the Gospah to have you. I ll kill you if I think
Kwantawiyal is about to get his hands on you.
Expressionless and silent, he watched them move away from the flit; when he
considered they were far enough off, he stopped them and backed toward the
hatch. With-out taking the gun or the light off them he sat in the opening and
drew his legs up, then maneuvered himself inside. Hunter, come here.
Climb in and sit at the offseat, put your hands on the board and wait.
He gave Rohant no chance to jump him and when the Dyslaeror was in place, he
called Shadith, then
Kikun. Getting them into the flit was tricky and difficult, but he managed it
without losing control over them, which con-sidering the storm and the
darkness and the cramped quarters was an impressive feat of juggling.
Hunter, call your beasts. One humors you for the moment, but if you wish them
alive and intact, don t push.
Rohant snorted. Staccato whistles repeated in groups of two brought the
cats leaping inside. He settled them by his chair where they lay grooming
each other, happier than they d been anytime since the rain began. He had more
trouble with Sassa, had to land him on the rim and walk him inside. Announcing
his disapproval of all this with short sharp cries and ruffled feathers but
pleased to be out of the wet, Sassa let Rohant coax him onto one of the seats
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with no more than a token protest.
The Fanatic pulled the hatch shut and locked it.
The space under the canopy filled with the smell of wet fur and feathers and
the anger-musk boiling off Rohant.
Singer. The husky hoarse voice brought Shadith s head around.
What?
Do you know anything about these machines?
Why me?
He answered with iron patience. Being female and a child you are less apt to
let pride lead you into foolish-ness. Well?
I can fly this one, yes. Give me a minute to look over the board.
Do it.
She tapped up the lights, nodded to herself.
Export job, not much more than three buttons and a lever, as foolproof as you
can get, probably sealed drives, unit replacement when something breaks.
Won-der how long it s been since anything on this piece of junk has been
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