Even as captives, officers main-tained the tight to give common soldiers orders. The inspectorswore rock-gray tunics, as if they were Unkerlanter soldiers, and strodealong as if they were kings themselves. What's a Kaunian? Nantwin asked. on anything.
A goat's horn up your arse! a skinny little girlscreeched at the dowser, and then, wisely, disappeared around a corner. As it did,Rathar's mouth tightened. They're tall bastards, every bit as much as the lousyAlgarvians. He'd walked half a blockbefore he realized he should have denied it for politeness' sake.
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