Chapter Thirty-SixSwift took a moment to collect his thoughts; then, he raised the translator in his right hand, the one calibrated for the Mazeesh language and connected to the projection system.
"We do not take sides," he said, directing his voice into the multiterpreter's audio pickup. "We are neutral. But we do want to help."
A jumble of Mazeesh symbols blinked onto the device's display. Turning, Swift saw them reproduced on the translucent wall behind him, each character magnified to a meter in height.
When he turned around again, he saw that every last one of the Mazeesh had reared back to train their eyes on the image.
For a moment, they hovered and stared, wings rippling gently…and then, one of them pushed toward Swift. He couldn't tell if it was the same individual who had
