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Shadow's Son by Shirley Meier, S.M. Stirling and Karen Wehrstein ...

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a difference? It's the sort of information Arkan comm<strong>and</strong>ers would suppress."<br />

"Would I send you out to risk your life doing it if I didn't think it made a difference? Suppress as hard as<br />

they can, they won't silence the rumor mill; it needs only one to start a rumor, a h<strong>and</strong>ful gives it greater<br />

credence. And Arkans are good rumor-mongers—because they know full well their comm<strong>and</strong>ers<br />

suppress information."<br />

"Put it that way <strong>and</strong> it makes a lot more sense," Megan said. "Just one of my false-dawn snake-thoughts,<br />

that's all."<br />

"I know, I have them too," said the Imperturbable.<br />

Megan glanced at the bed. "You dont sleep well, then?"<br />

"Shall we say, there are many other things I do better. I'm under healer's orders right now: sixaer of<br />

sleep a night, no matter what. That's about five Arkan beads, it doesn't seem like much, I know, but I<br />

never slept long. He's very strict about it too, uses that s<strong>and</strong>-timer. I've got this bed here because if I<br />

haven't had my sixaer <strong>by</strong> reveille, he makes me sleep on the march." Megan bit her lip to keep from<br />

laughing, not sure how he might take it.<br />

"Strict Haian… Sometimes it pisse… ah… angers me when Shkai'ra can sleep anywhere, anytime… for<br />

no reason, I know, but I still feel it." Comfortable, sharing the trait with him… with a snap, she pulled<br />

herself to attention inwardly.Shake off the liquor. He's still the Invincible. We aren't that close, yet .<br />

"Megan, you can say 'pisses me off.' We're in anarmy , you don't have to talk as if it were a diplomatic<br />

function… though I suppose it is a diplomatic function, after a fashion…"<br />

"I keep having to remind myself you'resemanakraseye. Kras ." A little longer arm's length, she wanted<br />

to keep him, still.<br />

"Call me Chevenga. Anyone who gives me Saekrberk is a friend of mine."<br />

Megan threw up her h<strong>and</strong>s. "Who am I to argue?Kra- Shche… Shchevenga."<br />

"My true use-name," he laughed. "Kraschevenga. Or with Yeolis, Semanachevenga. You know I've<br />

never asked you about your family, aside from the son you're seeking."<br />

"Ah.' She listed them off.Nice to be with someone who isn't shocked at marriages of more than two<br />

, she thought. Yeolis had the same custom, <strong>and</strong> he, it turned out, was in a three, planning to add a fourth.<br />

"They're all well," she said. 'The hardest part right now, aside from missing Lix<strong>and</strong>, which is always, is<br />

getting to know what's going on in my daughters head… adopted daughter. You may have seen her, the<br />

Thanish girl squiring Shkai'ra? Round face, ash-blond hair?"<br />

"Yes, I think I know her to see her. How old was she when you adopted her? They say that's<br />

everything, when it comes to adoption."<br />

"It was last year; she was thirteen."<br />

There was the faintest twitch of a knitting of his brows; in his eyes she could see him wavering on<br />

whether to pry or not. "That's rather old," he said finally.

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