The new peiok leaves were out and half expanded, sheltering the lawnswith springtime's delicate green. The mortar men had expended most of their rounds before they saw aresponse: A long row of muzzle flashes, virtually simultaneous, flared fromthe base. The crashing continued, though not as concentrated as thesynchronous opening salvo, but nothing more hit as close as the shell thathad lifted and dropped him. There wasn't a Komarsi soldier for a hundred miles.
Lormagen was going with them on the picnic, and Lotta realized nowthat the woman was wearing rough slacks, a plain shirt, and casual beachsandals. Lotta watched the oars push them through the water, making littlewhirlpools at the end of every stroke. Thus the coach wore a pair ofcupolas, with seats for those who wished to watch. 016° course orientation, with a gas giant barely near enough to showa disk unmagnified, at 193.
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