The man nodded. After they'd delivered them to the communications center for thenext day's pod, they'd gotten maudlin drunk together in honor of Bertol. Tarimenloku shook his head. But there doesexist that large area of commonality, of mutual experience and wisdom.
His naturally short hair, long since white, had become thin andsoft, and like himself no longer stood straight. If they don't hear any more shooting right away, they'll likelyassume it was an accidental discharge by some security detail. His conference table had been their dinner table. Perhaps Lord Beniker will be willing;certainly the authority is his.
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