bk2 pg97/limits himself to one goblet of rahl. What would have caused himto act that way?” “I cannot say, Theta, but my stomach feels very strange.” Vrok opened his mouth and belched very loudly. A great stream of flame came out with the burp.Theta put her hand to her own mouth. “I feel a little queasy myself today,” she said, and hurried from the room. “What are you doing, Achiba?” Cebalari called out as she stepped from the landing deck of the Argo. She was feeling good, she was feeling very good in fact. She hoped she wasn’t mean enough to feel so good simply because she knew Thorothar was feeling so bad. But he had gone off to party last night when he knew she was tired and only wanted to sleep. And none of them, particularly the dragons, had tried to be quiet. She had gone on leave with some of the crew of the Columbia before. She had attended some pretty wild parties herself, but she had never before heard such a variety of sounds as had come from the dragons’ lairs last night. She thought they all deserved to feel bad today. “I am practicing with Draconis’ sword,” Achiba said. She decided she would practice speaking her Earther too. She thought she was getting better at it. She swung the huge sword around her head in a whistling arc. “If there are more battles, I want to be better prepared.” “Achiba, as soon as we can we’ll take you home. I’m sure that’s what Drac planned to do. When he gets better, we’ll do that. If he gets better, that is. How is he doing today?” “He is getting better, Cebalari.” “Have you seen him?” “No. Not yet. But I will soon. I know that he is getting better. I feel it.” “Oh? Are you going psychic on us too? Is it rubbing off on you?”“Cebalari, I do not know what you have said. I cannot understand that.”
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