PrologueSummer Solstice, the Year of Pertunis 736Head tilted, Lotta Alsnor looked critically at herself in the mirror, yet hardlynoticed the freckled face and carroty hair, the skinny arms and legs. Neither Engwar nor Undsvin knew where the T'swa were now, though;Engwar didn't even know they were gone. Lormagen could stand on one foot, put her leg out in front of her, herfoot higher than her shoulder, and hold it there without falling down. How can I be seeing this? I wasn't there!The image dissolved.
What you think of as success hasno part in play. Forwaaard, march! They started off, stepping on each others' heels at first, muttering till theygot the hang of it. And on behalf of thetroopers of the White T'swa Regiment, I thank you for all you've done tohelp us become what we are-to help us fulfill our purpose. Logic says they must beimpressed with what Smolen's accomplished, but it's questionablewhether that will translate into actual assistance to President Lanks's unfortunate people.
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