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By the time they’d made five of the small jumps required for flying through Fool’s Alley, Kaira was sweating badly and certain she’d been right that being the passenger was worse than being the pilot.
Not that Tarkus looked like he was having it easy, but at least he had something to do. In fact he had one hell of a lot to do. She was used to seeing him have to check over the Glimmer after transitioning back to real space, then push the Glimmer back into jump space almost straight away. But normally he’d then have a break before they had to leave jump space again.
Not here. Most times he was having to bring the Glimmer back out of jump space again almost as soon as the engines had charged. She could see the strain on his face, see how sharp his movements were. And sense just ho
