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look at him! Colonel Maiven cleared his throat and examined his report. His officers pondered the brilliant, flowering plants. Still, it was obvious what they were thinking.
Of the few Galactic clans that Earth could count as friends, only the Tymbrimi had the military strength to be of much assistance in this crisis. Men had faith that Tymbrim would not let humans and their clients down.
And that was true enough. Uthacalthing knew the allies would face this crisis together.
But it was also clear that little Garth was a long way out on the fringe of things. And these days the homeworlds had to take first priority.
No matter, Uthacalthing thought. The best means to an end are not always those that appear cute handbags most direct.
Uthacalthing did not laugh out loud, much as he wanted to. For it might only discomfit these poor, grief-stricken people. In the course of his career he had met some Earth-lings who possessed a natural gift for high-quality prank-sterism-a few even on a par with the best Tymbrijni. Still, so many of them were such terribly dour, sober folk! Most tried so desperately hard to be serious at the very moments when humor could most help them through their troubles.
Uthacalthing wondered.
As a diplomat I have taught myself to watch every word, lest our 2014 backpacks for sale clan's penchant for japes cause costly incidents. But has this been wise? My own daughter has picked up this habit from me . . . this shroud of seriousness. Perhaps that is why she has grown into such a strange, earnest little creature.
Thinking of Athaclena made him wish all the more he could openly make light of the situation. Otherwise, he might do the human england flag backpack thing and consider the danger she was in. He knew that Megan worried about her own son. She underrates Robert, Uthacalthing thought. She should better know the lad's potential.
"Dear ladies and gentlemen," he said, savoring the archaisms. His eyes separated only slightly in amusement. "We can expect the fanatics to arrive within days. You have made conventional plans to offer what resistance your meager resources will allow. Those plans will serve their function."
"However?" It was Megan Oneagle who posed the question. One eyebrow arched above those brown irises-big and set almost far enough apart to look attractive in the classic Tymbrimi sense. There was no mistaking the look.
She knows as well as I that more is called for. Ah, if Robert ?has half his mother's brains, I'll not fear for Athaclena, wandering in the dark forests of this sad, barren world.
Uthacalthing's corona trembled. "However," he echoed, "it does occur to me that now might be a good time to consult the Branch Library."
Uthacalthing picked up some of their disappointment. Astonishing creatures! Tymbrimi skepticism toward modern Galactic culture never went so far as the outright contempt so many humans felt for the Great Library!
Wolflings. Uthacalthing sighed to himself. In the space above his head he crafted the glyph called syullf-tha, anticipation of a puzzle almost too ornate to solve. The specter revolved in expectancy