What? Undsvin sent me up here last summer to kill you. Next week they're going to give us rifles; so far wehaven't even seen any, but in a few weeks we'll learn how to shoot them. Somehow they angered him, though he knew the feeling wasunreasonable-a matter of his own condition, not theirs. There's beena lot of recycling going on.
You got matches? A fire starter, he said. Standing back within the edge of a densesecond-growth forest, Jerym looked out between trees and across nearlyhalf a mile of open pasture and field to where the Spice River flowed. The 300-acre piece of jungle he was in, he and his platoon, occupied a lowbulge of quartzite, its soil shallow and infertile, bordered on two sides withfields and on the third, a road backed by scrub. Of course, he answered.
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