Ebling Mis was there, head bent down over the eyepieces of the projector, motionless, a frozen, questing body. Near him sat Magnifico, screwed up into a chair, eyes sharp and watching—a bundle of slatty limbs with a nose emphasizing his scrawny face. Bayta said softly, “Magnifico—” Magnifico scrambled to his feet. His voice was an eager whisper.
I came here and had it in five minutes. ” He glanced briefly at the man whose broad, pink melon of a face smiled from the place at his right. “You were once Mayor Indbur's chamberlain. I did not know you were of the underground,” “Nor I, that you were.
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