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Show Governor. Whilst Dr'Anya and the child talked, flashes of Lodyan's flight dumped themselves into their files-the terrifying trip through the tops of that range, higher than any mountain range in any of the seven worldes now occupied by the folk of the EarthColonySystem, the small, silky bodies bent against the wind, large eyes closed, heads down. "Come!" Lodyan screams in Zettian through the roaring maelstrom they'd just entered as they made a turn in the high peaks. "Come here, into the cave!" Lodyan had found an opening and, incredibly, it turned out to be a deep and roomy cave, heated by hissing springs, hot water bursting out in one spot into a hollowed-out rock and then spilling on down the sheer side of the cliff. The small band of Zetts at length assembled in the cave and looked around. Lodyan struck a light from the tinder box attached to her belt and, with a few of the others, explored the cave. It was bare and clean as though no living wight had ever seen the inside "of it. "Like our ancient City of Caves!" breathed a smallish Zett, who remembered well the legends handed down through the generations about the vast complex of caves on the western side of BauerWorlde that the Zetts had for so long called their home city. Until the Earth Colonists came-those-who-do-not-think • And the stone hanging from Lodyan's neck-for the Zettian leaders were the only ones permitted to wear the DreamingStones-trembled with the picture of the Zetts being rousted from their homes, herded by electronic prodders as though they were common animals, smoke bombs hurled into their midst to hurry them along. A Zett in the present cave coughs the cough of 89 |
