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"What about the tail?" Chrys asked anxiously. "And you're not going to hurt Almo, are you? He's just a boy."
"Who's old enough to face the consequences of his choices," Jo
As far as Jo
The search was short—all the items he sought were right where Chrys had said they were—and within two minutes he was back on the ledge, closing the window behind him. Seconds after that he was walking away from the building as nonchalantly as possible, Chrys, at his side, was breathing harder than he was.
"No problem," he assured her, answering her unasked question. "No one'll ever know I was there. Let's get back home—you and your father have a lot of work yet to do tonight."
L'est and Taber had long since left by the time they reached the Eldjarn home, but Jo
He left immediately afterwards, and as he walked down the street toward his own house, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a shadow detaching itself from a bush near the Eldjarn home and falling into step behind him, somewhat closer than before.
He sighed, and for the first time since MacDonald's death a tight smile flickered across his face. So the gamble had worked: the tail was back on the job, and the absence of nervous Cobras scouring the area indicated the boy had decided that losing his quarry for a few minutes wasn't worth reporting. An understandable reaction, Jo
He just hoped Challinor hadn't thought to have someone watch the Eldjarns, too.
The morning dawned crisp and clear, with only a few scaly cirrus clouds to mar the deep blue sky. To Jo
Feeling a bit more encouraged, he ate a good breakfast, showered and shaved, and at eight-thirty emerged from his house in full Cobra dress uniform.
L'est and Taber, looking as tired as he felt, were waiting for him. "Morning, Moreau," L'est said, looking him up and down. "Neatest I've seen you since the day of the landing."
"You're too kind," Jo
They fell into step on either side and a pace behind him. "There are about a hundred places I'd rather be going," L'est said, "and about a thousand people whose company I'd prefer. But Tors seems to think you need someone to hold your leash."
Jo
"There's no point in taking chances," Taber said dully. "So far Ariel's been peaceful, but mass meetings are always potentially explosive. A show of force is the best way to make sure no one gets crazy ideas."
Jo
Taber was silent for several steps. "I liked MacDonald, too," he said finally. "But Challinor's right: the government here isn't working."
"There are ways to improve it that don't involve rebellion—"
"That's enough," L'est interrupted. "The time for talking politics is over."
Jo
Not since the last Landing Day festival had Jo
"Good morning, Moreau," a voice murmured behind him. Turning, Jo
"Very good," Jo
Challinor's gaze flicked over the crowd before returning to Jo
"Don't worry," Jo
Abruptly, the low murmur of conversation in the Square faded into silence. Turning back, Jo
And the funeral began.
Jo