At any lowerlevel-say, at Compete or Fight-they couldn't hope to succeed in a gamelike this one. With asudden oath he reached to his holster, ripped open the flap and drew hissidearm. Does he remember anything yet? Seemingly not, sir. Unless he lay on his stomach, even his sore mouthwouldn't keep him awake, he was sure of it.
It was Konni. They trotted through a cloudof fog-their breath-and nine inches of new snow. It was a half mile leg, and at thecheck point they found a snow-covered stack of slender logs-big posts,really, nine or ten feet long and about eight inches thick-roughly 120 to150 pounds each. Most of the best of it, CaptainGotasu told them, had been recorded by an Iryalan who'd been with theT'swa, a guy named Varlik Lormagen who'd been called the White T'swi.
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