Chapter 69
Alain of Merrylun! This is Owa, I think." She giggled. "Join us!" "Hi, Owa I Think." Sparr shook the man's hand, noting the strong, calloused fingers, and weathered skin. Like Cee, he was well on his way to intoxication. Sparr wondered how much longer the couple would enjoy the evening before Cee dragged her new friend across the plaza toward her cottage. Bogg sat, but restlessly sniffed the air, trying to locate the source of the sweet, roasting meat. In a moment of fondness and generosity, Sparr went to fetch several skewers and an amphora of almost-respectable wine. He shared the meat with Bogg, but kept the wine for himself. The gathering gave clues to how the occupants of Kaybe lived without books or writing. The planet's dual religions weren't the only sources for stories. There w
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