***On Iryala, Lotta Alsnor sat in a lotus in the ghao at Lake Loreen, in deepmeditation. Your guyswrecked another of them yesterday, beyond repair, which leaves him withonly eight. It was a slow dream, almost like suspended animation. His daughter had given birth to his first grandson, whom he hadn'tyet seen, while his younger son, who'd turned sixteen, had grown whatseemed like four inches.
At the time, he was thinking of staying in hyperspace for deks. Fourteen cadets,selected for prepuberty voices and features, were dressed as girls, in partyclothes provided by farm families. Then Jerym gave the order, and once more quiet, they headedinto the woods along an old sleigh road. (Engwar's bodyguard didn'tcount; he was a necessary cipher.
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