If all that's so,though, sir, why didn't you have the sea-soaked wire on the rod from thestart? Borsos's eyes were green as the wire he'd wrapped around the rod. Paste 'em hard. He'd grown up eating just this sort of food. I speak Sibian, the mage said, and he did, with a good accent - none of the variations on Algarvian that most Lagoans thought were Cornelu'snative language.
He threw hishands up in front of his face to pro-tect himself from the blast of the heat, but the fire did not quite reachhim. Bembodidn't know a single colleague who would have disagreed with him. Uh-oh, Bembo thought. Bembo escorted him to the recording section,to get the particulars on him down in permanent form.
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