Stillit had no doubt put himself and his flotilla at serious risk, so to be safe,he'd remained in hyperspace for six standard months, long enough toclear any conceivable politically unified sector. All right. No voice spoke. The other man shoved her in ahead ofhim.
Though he hadn't received the true Sacrament, to be in the presence of anything as utterly non-Standard as this, anything soconspicuously, technologically new made him distinctly uneasy. Yes, Lotta said, from Wellem over the comm. I presume they'll be coming to the door. met into it, then poured in water and, on his knees, joined in thepre-meal washup-face, hands, wrists.
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