They'd navigated it nicely, with Warden's guidance. He was reciting; there was no welcome at all in his words. He swung, swooped beneath theflowering chute, then the oscillating stopped and he was floatingsuspended, with the most glorious sense of j The man blinked.
Hot metalreeked. Now thegame trail curved upward, crossing a low rounded ridge, and Oska slowedto a walk. Alsnor can't. We'll be ready.
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