I started towards The Commander, to relieve him of his gun-saw that
And thankfully a rotten shot, I said. Would you like to tell us
an interesting green color. The soldiers crowded close, hanging on
CHAPTER 7
remember that we were watched all the time during the life-and-death
up. The nearest rider, draped in black, pulled hard on the reins and
to be me and these three others.
into the primitive jet. Within seconds the roar grew louder, the flame
that you were chosen for more than musical ability-right Steengo?
withdrawn.
superstitious my Ma. Had a superstition for any occasion. The one that