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. Immediately, from the depth of some
inner cloak pocket where his right hand was thrust, there came a single,
sharp, metallic click.
Nayda froze.
"Interesting," Mandor said, raising his left hand and passing it in
front of her face. Her eyes did not follow it. "This is the one you told me
about earlier-Vinta; I believe, you called her?"
"Yes, only now she's Nayda."
He produced a small, dark metal ball from somewhere and held it upon
the palm of his left hand, which he extended before her. Slowly, the ball
began to move, describing a counterclockwise circle. Nayda emitted a single
sound, something halfway between a cry and a gasp, and she dropped forward
to her hands and knees, head lowered. From where I stood I could see saliva
dripping from her mouth.
He said something very fast, in an archaic form of Thari which I could
not follow. She responded in the affirmative.
"I believe I've solved your mystery," he said then. "Do you recall your
lessons on Respondances and High Compellings?"
"Sort of," I said. "Academically. I was never exactly swept away by the
subject."
"Unfortunate," he stated. "You should report back to Suhuy for a
postgraduate course sometime."
"Are you trying to tell me . . . ?"
"The creature you see before you, inhabiting a not unattractive human
form, is a ty'iga, " he explained.
I stared
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