They still could be heard, but the sound was faint, and not easily identified. 42General Saadhrambacoora crouched beside his dressing table in officers'white pajamas, listening, confused, to gun fire from the south and east,seemingly near the southeast corner of camp. Most of us, I suspect; perhaps almost all. There were only two others present: a waitress-the slenderest T'swi they'dseen-and a man in a loose white shirt who sat alone with a drink, watchingthem interestedly.
I'm pretty sure they weren't worried about the T'swa. Hetraveled south again, by bus now, returning to Komars where he joined thearmy. I do not know your deepest purpose. The last thing I sent to Seeren was an airtight boxwith three sand lizards.
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