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Once on board the Schiavona, Xris attempted to put together the pieces of what was turning out to be an extremely bizarre puzzle. Just what did the kidnapping of a fashionconscious Adonian Loti have to do with the assassination of a king?
"You said Dr. Brisbane asked you questions." Rowan pursued Raoul's debriefing. "What about?"
Raoul shrugged. "My late former employer, Snaga Ohme. The time I spent with my late former employer. I must say that it brought back very painful memories."
The Adonian was lucid--or at least as lucid as Raoul could ever be, considering that no one was actually certain where he ended and his drug-induced euphoria began. Quong had given Raoul, now dressed in a flight suit, a mild sedative--to help him get over the shock of the hospital gown, which seemed to bother him more than any of the other torments he had suffered. With the exception of his true concern for the Little One.
Raoul's gaze strayed often to his friend, as if reassuring himself the erapath was safe, and he occasionally patted the Little One on whatever pan of the small being was handy. The Little One huddled possessively near Raoul, the one visible eye gleaming in triumph.
There was still the matter of Rowan. Here was Xris's opportunity to ask Raoul and the Little One about Rowan's veracity. He'd been looking forward to doing just that, but now that the moment had come, he put it off
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