Staggering under the blasting heat of a great ringed sun, she fought only to cross her savage slimy world. The lithe Priestess Ylda knew not that her goal lay, bright and shining, a thousand light-years away. Hardan Synn reined in his graceful golden-furred _maar_ as he reached the rim of the river's low bluff. He was uncomfortable, for the _vurth_-padded garments that covered his naked body were growing dry, but tied to his huge hornless saddle were three fat Dryland birds. He would eat well tonight.…
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