Chapter Twenty-One
ANOTHER PICNIC
“Gather round, people, gather round,” Huldar announced. “The first quarter draws to a close. Within six or seven weeks the rest of the Host will arrive and we’ll have fresh supplies and new people on the ground. They’ll take time to get used to conditions here, but hopefully there won’t be the fatalities.”
“Getting it easy,” said Topper.
“Now the weather is on the improve and we’ve done all the work,” Banga replied.
“They’ll have work enough,” Huldar said.
Casco shared an image of Olatu of Faytha, red-faced and yelling. He smiled as others took it up and started to add their own embellishments, some less polite than others.
Huldar put up his hand. “If I could have your attention, please?” The sniggering came to a halt. “Thank you. Now, the Eastern c
