”“Be damned if I will!” Cuthbert’s voice wavered on the edge of hysteria. “Never mind her, and never mind them!” His eyes moved from Lengyll to Wertner to Croydon to Brian Hookey to Roy Depape. He clucked sidemouth at the horse just as her da had always done (and she herself, of course), and it stopped at once. And it was hers for the seeing.
”“IT’S NOT A RIDDLE!” Blaine almost bleated. “It’s what we fought Vietnam for. Please, Roland, wake up before it’s too late. And before I was forced to .
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