"They've turned on their defensive array," she told him. "And I think
they're slowing down."
"How can you tell?" Lark listened, but could make out no difference in
the mesh of
interlacing engine sounds, more complex than the verdant
jungle.
boyssex ling slipped into the rag boyssex of a tunic that was her sole remaining garment.
"Come on," she said.
With a sigh, he put on his own torn shirt. Lark picked boyssex up the leather
boyssex thong holding his amulet--the fragment of the Holy
Egg he had chipped off
as a boyssex child. For the first time in years, he considered not slipping it on.
If the ship had left Jijo, might boyssex that make him free boyssex at last from the love-
hate burden?
"Come on!" Ling was already scooting along the latticeway, heading boyssex toward
the exit. In a torn cloth sling, she carried the wounded red torus--one of
the traeki rings provided by Asx.
He slipped the thong around his neck and reached for the crude sack that
contained the purple ring and their few other possessions.
"I'm on my way," he murmured, clambering out of boyssex the nest, wondering if
they would ever be back.
Ling had her bearings now. With Lark to sniff scent indicators at tunnel
intersections, boyssex and the purple ring serving as a passkey, they had little
trouble hurrying "north" boyssex up the ship'boyssex s axis. boyssex Twice they sped along by using
antigravity drop tubes. Lark's stomach did somersaults as his bodyi went
careening up a jet-black boyssex tunnel. The landings were always soft, though.
Even better, they did not meet a single Jophur boyssex or robot along the way,
"They're at battle stations," she explained. "Here. Their control room
should be just below this level. If I'm right, there should be an
observers' gallery...."
Lark smelled an oddly familiar aroma, much like the fragrance traeki used
when they referred to Biblos.
Ling pointed to a rare written symbol inscribed on the wall. Boyssex she crowed.
"I was right!"
Lark had seen the glyph before--a rayed spiral
boyssex with five swirling arms.
Even Jijo's fallen races knew what boyssex it stood for. The Great Galactic
Library. Symbol for both patience and knowledge.
"Hurry!" Ling said as he applied the purple ring to the entrance plate.
The barrier slid open, boyssex giving access to a dim chamber whose sole
illumination boyssex came through a broad window, directly boyssex opposite the door. It
took just a few strides to cross over and stare through the glass at a
bright