“He says it came from the office of the previous president.” I wiped sweat from my forehead. Sweat stung the skin on my cheeks after its abuse with the blunt razor.
“The one who was killed?”
“Yes.”
Another short silence. I imagined getting comments about Asto’s involvement, denials, accusations even against Nations of Earth, but the silence lingered. I remembered the table arrangement in the hall and the relevant proverb came to me. A gem on a ring has more clout than a gem in the ground. Refinement gets you further than brute force.
Faced with my rude, in gamra’s eyes, provocation, he seemed to take his own advice to heart.
Then a yellow-skinned hand moved into my field of vision. “May I?”
“At your service.”
I pushed the reader over the table.
Ezhya Palayi zoomed in again until th
