“SHEPARD The “sky” of the big room brightened, and Enli realized it was “morning.” Whatever that might mean on a metal flying boat in space. She didn’t think she had slept at all. Sitting up, she studied her fellow Worlders. Four lay asleep. Pek Voratur, on the pallet in the corner, sat with a fixed expression that frightened her a little. His fleshy oiled face was gray as rain clouds. She approached tentatively; he neither moved nor spoke. “Pek Voratur?” Nothing. “Pek Voratur!” ... Slowly his head swiveled, his eyes focused. “Enli?” “Yes.” She took his hand, marveling at her boldness. This was the richest trader on World. But at the moment he reminded her of her small nephew, Fentil, scared from a bad fall while climbing high in a tree. “Enli … what has happened?” She considered what to say.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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