“Yes.” The woman called Meriel almost smiled. “Images?” asked Rhane in unaccented Galactic, refusing the stranger’s offer of his native language. He examined the woman more closely, but neither her clothes nor her words revealed her planet of origin. I would share images of the planet Menx.” Rhane could not control the quick tensing of his body at hearing the name of Menx, deathplace of two en Jacaroens. When she spoke aloud, it was in the language of Siol, his native planet. The woman’s elegant hands moved in a gesture of gratitude and, oddly, regret. “How may I please you?” said Rhane, using the neutral words of Galactic Courtesy. It was too late for a casual caller nor was she dressed in the manner of Siolan women.
I Rhane examined the slender, long-fingered woman who stood so quietly within the pool of light just outside his room. Then the top of the nearest boulder leaped off and landed less than a hand’s length from him, and Rhane found himself staring into the eyes of a Menx reskan, the eyes of death. You won’t see anything, but the reskans are here.” He did as he was told and at first saw nothing. “Slowly, very slowly, turn your face toward the rocks. “Don’t move!” Something in her voice penetrated his anger and he stood absolutely still.
With rising anger, he turned on Shiya, reached for her.
Ifreskans were no myth, they were among the most intelligent, savage predators on the known planets. How do you control them?” “I don’t.” Suddenly Rhane wondered if this was what Lor Jastre had meant when he asked Shiya if she had an unpleasant accident prepared for Rhane. Shiya looked at Rhane and said, “They’re coming.” Standing in the gloom, waiting uneasily to meet a legend, Rhane asked, “I don’t see any restraints. The Jaws Of Menx Ann Maxwell 1981 A STRANGE, ASCENDING HOWL ECHOED FROM THE MOUNTAINS.
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