Cursing, the foreman drew histruncheon to strike at him, but another man ran up to him on the otherside, grabbed his stirruped boot and heaved upward. Five feettwo, he thought, and ninety-five pounds. Hensi slid to the first crotch below him, then went hand over hand downthe lianas toward the ground. The ship hung motionless, something less than two milesabove the village.
His Romblit doctor there told him with someamusement that reception had initially been unwilling to put him in a T'swaward. Tell Sergeant Major Davingtor to prepare the transferform. There was no guard at the door. Education's got to be a lot different here.
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