It was early winter there, anda cold rain fell steadily and thickly, drumming on the roof. Varlik, why do you live? he asked at last. ***He was drifting off to sleep when it first occurred to him to wonder howmany troopers had died. Whatremained of them wouldn't be distinguishable from any other bits of floatingwood.
Huh! I guess I did, didn't I. Romlar nodded slowly. He spoke now in Standard. Voker's surliness softened slightly, and he gestured Varlik in.
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