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Chapter fiveAs it turned out, the city to the north was Lakensmot. The city wall was neither particularly wide nor tall, but it was in excellent condition. The vollerdrome — or the lifterdrome as it was called here in Balintol — lay directly below the southern wall. It was dusty or muddy depending on the weather, a place where you could park your flier for four pieces of silver a night. The fellow who took my money and assigned me a place wrinkled up his face while considering the flier. He was a Brukaj with a chin like a bulldog, and a scowl, and he told me at once that he could not stand slavers. I agreed with him. Then we began to haggle in a friendly, enjoyable way for a while. Finally, we agreed on a trade. I parted with the Kataki’s prisoner lifter and got a nice little six-seater