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Flint handed the weapon back to the frawl. "How much
of this black venom do you figure there is here?"
"I don't know, quite a lot. The abdominal sac is very
large - and there could be another venom gland, for all we
know. What does it matter?" Perian asked.
Flint was doing some calculations in his mind and did not
hear her question.
"You're not thinking of - ?"
"I certainly am," he cut in, smiling slyly as he suddenly be-
came aware of her again. "I think, Perian, that we may have
found our secret weapon...."
* * * * *
Basalt's right hand curled around the ring of teleporta-
tion. His eyes were squeezed shut in deliberation, his
thoughts on the main room of the family homestead. Then,
for a brief second, an image of Moldoon's inviting tap room
flashed through his mind and he could feel his body waver-
ing in midair! In panic, he opened his eyes and saw both the
family home and Moldoon's, shimmering and distant. In-
stantly he clamped his eyes shut again and flooded his mind
with thoughts of home, his family, the furniture - and in a
brief moment that seemed like an eternity, the wavering
stopped and he sensed that he was standing on his own feet
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