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. He sucked in a breath, grimaced.
Rowan eased his arm back down on the bed. He smiled at her.
She smiled back, tentatively, hesitantly. "We need to talk," she said softly.
"Yeah. I know. In a minute."
Xris took a look at his surroundings. There were no viewscreens, but he guessed from the thrumming sound, the feel of vibrations through the bed---that he was on board a spaceship. He was in a large open area, probably the ship's hold, that had been hastily furnished with cots and blankets. Jamil was stretched out on one, Quong on another. Harry sat on another, tapping on his ears.
Tycho appeared, hypo in hand. "How you feeling, Xris? Doc says you're to have this shot. It'll help the pain."
"Everyone else okay?" Xris asked.
"Harry is deafer than a bread box," Tycho reported. "But he will heal. Jamil was not severely wounded. I was not injured. You want a glass of water, Xris?"
"Thanks. What's wrong with the Doc?"
"Nothing. He is taking a nap. I now intend to join him." Tycho brought the water and left for his own cot.
Olefsky rumpled his beard. "The doctor worked very hard on you and Jamil there. But you both will be well, thank the good God."
Xris nodded, chewed contentedly on the twist. A warmth spread through the good side of his body. He felt drowsy, relaxed, content. That was due to the drug. He had no reason to feel content, other than the fact that the young king was safe, the Knights of the Terra Nera thwarted
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