His knees were wet fromkneeling beside it, and a pair of bull flies bit his neck, but he swiggeddeep, his face to the water, drinking noisily uphill like a horse. With a spray of blood, the sergeant's head fell free, hisbody toppling, and a collective sigh came from the stands as if from somegiant who'd been holding his breath. That was the end of the tour. The final murmurs of conversation stilled instantly.
Among ourselves these problems never arise. We'vegot to make this look good, or as good as we can. And it seems to me that for you, the risks this time outweigh the benefits. In fact, Major General Thromlek, Lord Carns, was in the referees' floaterduring the final shift, and he sends his personal 'very well done' to all ofyou.
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