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. She wouldn't even hear him. She'd left this world as completely as if she'd made her own personal jump into hyperspace. She was now inside the machine.
The Little One abandoned the dog, trundled into the office after Rowan. He stood at her elbow, careful to make no sound, not disturbing her. Olefsky, obviously mystified, ordered the dog out of the house.
Xris took out a twist, lit it. "Sorry about the interruption, sir. He's fond of animals. You were saying?"
The Bear eyed Xris narrowly and with a hint of coolness. "The galactic news. You are all over it, my friend. What are you up to?"
Xris didn't know quite how to answer. Bear Olefsky dressed in animal skins; his shaggy hair and beard were uncut, uncombed, unkempt. Skulls, scalps, and other less recognizable, more repugnant trophies adorned the wide belt that encircled his broad middle. He and his shieldwife lived in a castle with no central heating, no running water. His people were fierce and warlike, spent their lives cheerfully bashing each other over the head or banding together and flying off to bash other tribes in their star system over their heads.
Olefsky was a powerful force in the galaxy, however. His people adored him. And though he preferred fighting with spear and shield, he commanded a fleet of starships that he used in defense of his systems. He was a personal friend of the king and queen and was exceptionally loyal
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