36Voker's commset chirped. His assault line had beenthin, its men initially a dozen yards apart. On the south side of the stream, at a little distance,were the orderly tent rows of a military camp that would house, Romlarthought, a couple of regiments. Bynight, if it was cloudy enough or there was no moon, you listened andimagined.
Lieutenant Brek Trevelos was probably, Varlik decided, the source of thenon-news that had been released to the public at home. They too were punished -literallyblown apart. Pull up some ground and sit. Nothing was there but the timbers and planking.
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