Chapter eighteen“Despite all the difficulties, Deb-Lu is managing to maintain communications. We are in contact, even if tenuously.”
“Highly tenuously, my old dom.”
“But still in contact,” said Delia, firmly, in her no-nonsense voice.
“We’re all here,” observed Inch.
“All!” I said, grumpily. “All!”
Well, I was being unfair. As we sat in the cabin of Shankjid deciding what to do next — although we all knew that well enough — about us rested the vorlcas of my Guard Corps. The lads, at least, were all here.
Maintaining her previous thought, Milsi said: “I do wish we had the fliers with us.” She drew in a breath. “Those poor people of Hamal—”
“We may not have heard the last of them.” Seg spoke with an abrupt shake of his shoulders, as though shaking off rain. We all looked sharply at hi
