Twenty-Eight
Subterfuge
Robin glanced around the interior of the small tent. Other than a couple of what appeared to be blankets lying folded in one corner, there were no other accommodations. noticed his inspection.
“They have so little to share.”
“I can tell,” he answered, whispering in English. “And it appears what little they have is starting to run out.” Pointing overhead, he asked, “Where are they getting the energy to light the globes?”
“From your sun. I suspect they have solar rods penetrating the outer crust, in order to bring in heat and light.”
“What about air?”
She gave a slight shrug. “There must be recyclers somewhere. We will need to ask a Gifted to to learn everything.” Walking over to him, she drew her arms about his waist. He hugged her tightly, placing a kiss to
