He was Qeng Ho ... and he was also godshatter. Both Riders were in the same cabin, Greenstalk in the other copy of the ship's surgeon. Pham opened a window on the room. Blueshell sat on a wall beside the surgeon. He looked wilted, as when they heard about Sjandra Kei. He angled his fronds at the video pickup. "Sir Pham. The ship tells me you've suspended our privileges?" "What is going on, Pham?" Ravna had dug a foot into the floor, and stood glaring at him. Pham ignored both questions. "How is Greenstalk doing?" he said. The fronds turned away,
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