Chapter Twenty-Two
Omesh
Omesh tried to keep his head down and focus on moving one step at a time, but wayward elbows, fists, and feet struck him from all sides. His left ear was ringing from one such strike, and he was afraid to lift his head to look around lest he lose an eye. There was scarcely enough room for him, let alone the massive box he was lugging. But the worst was when the crowd surged like an ocean wave and picked him up off his feet, carrying him along in the wrong direction, then dropping him again with a thump. He stumbled but didn’t fall.
At last he fought his way through to a larger lane, one less crowded. The people here were running in all directions. The noise was oppressive, echoing and reechoing against all the ship hulls. Omesh set the box down and leaned back a
