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man with a deep voice to match, athlete-tall and muscular. His legs nearly touched the ground on either
side of his muccax.

Savaya had shed her traditional silks in favor of a more practical desert jumpsuit. She frowned at the
sweating figure riding alongside her. "I haven't any idea. All the time they were talking, he never
mentioned distances or location. Only that the mine's out here some place."

'"Out here some place.'" Michelos waved a thick, fuzz-covered arm at the vaporous horizon ahead.
"That's more hundreds of square kilometers than I like to think about, Savaya." He squinted at her. "I'm
not sure how I let you talk me into this in the first place."

"Yes, you are." She allowed herself a thin grin. "You joined up because you're just as greedy and selfish
as Wuwit and me." She indicated the pudgy little figure partly behind them, who was suffering more from

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the heat than his two thinner companions. "You joined because I told you I saw a rough hallowseye of
good quality that must have weighed two hundred carats."

Michelos started to reply, was interrupted. "It's all right, Mick," Wuwit insisted in his slightly squeaky
voice. He was perspiring profusely. "This is easier than knocking vendors over the head and then trying to
run from the gendarmes and the crowd. It can't be a total loss even if there is no mine. If we don't find any
gems we sneak up behind them"—he nodded forward in the direction of the unseen trailbreakers—"kill
'em both, take the animals and the supplies. They bought plenty of supplies—I know, I saw them doing the
ordering. Enough to more than pay for this trip."

"That makes sense, Wuwit." Michelos calmed down and turned his attention back to the dull seared
plain undulating before them. Wuwit always managed to cheer him up when he was feeling bad, which
was frequently. Michelos was not a man given much to happy thoughts, unless they involved the distress
of others.

Savaya nudged her muccax with spurs. "Come on, we don't want to fall too far behind. Hallowseyes
aren't found on the surface. Any mine would provide good cover, and in this flat country that could make a
big difference if it comes to a fight. We want to get to them before they can get into it."

Michelos spurred his own mount viciously. It bleated and jumped forward. "Don't quote strategy to me,
Savaya," he growled. "I'm no pimple-faced novice at this..."




Knigta Yakus halted his muccax on a slight rise of sand that was too high to be part of the plain, too
tired to be called a hill. He pointed. "There it is, lad. Bet you'd thought we'd never reach it. Bet you was
wondering if old Knigta was a liar."

"Oh, I believed you all the time, Yakus," Flinx told him. "I was just beginning to worry how much meat
I'd have left on me by the time we arrived."