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CHAPTER ONE Exiles' Return
"Is the zeget to your liking?"
Twenty-Sixth Least Claw of the Khan Khardanish'zar-than, Lord Talphon, combed his claws suavely through his luxuriant whiskers, and his slit-pupilled eyes glinted across the table at his liaison officer.
"Yes, thank you, Captain. And it's quite well cooked, too."
Khardanish noted Lieutenant Johansen's teeth-hidden smile with approval, for Humans often forgot that bared teeth were a challenge among his people. He knew Jo-hansen had studied the Zheeerkou'valkhannaieee carefully in preparation for this assignment, yet it was still gratifying to see such awareness of proper behavior. Not mat he was quite prepared to stop teasing his guest just yet.
"I am glad," he said, "and I apologize for how long the cooks took to grasp that you would truly prefer it cooked."
"Not necessary, Captain. I console myself with the thought that a TFN chef would find it...
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