[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Comet January 41. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Her fingers lightly caressed a button on the long table as she half-turned toward him. At this moment, she was glad they still wore the semi-barbaric accoutrements donned for last night's festivities, commemorating the conclusion of the final war--weird, fantastic trappings, selected more for adornment than for approximations of ancient military dress--for he would not notice that she was trembling. When at last she spoke, her voice was steady.…
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