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Chapter five
Chapter five“Get your tongue up behind your teeth, cabbage! No, no — shut your black-fanged winespout! If you stick your tongue out again I’ll bite it off!” “Th — th—” I mumbled. “It’s not th you great fambly! It’s t — t — t!” Some people would welcome the preliminaries to Mevancy biting their tongue off. That was my incongruous thought. The tent Leotes had placed at her disposal had belonged to a stromni who had died of blood-poisoning some way back east. The tent was comfortable, well-furnished and pleasant. I sat on a figured rug and drooled, trying to learn to speak all over again as I had done at my mother’s knee all those years ago four hundred light years from Kregen. Although I had no personal stake in the people who had been taken by the bandits, I was pleased that Leotes had
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