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Mark awakened suddenly, aware that someone was shaking him. Intense light almost blinded him as he opened his eyes, and he shut them hurriedly. He lay for a few seconds enjoying the luxury of the berth on which he had slept. It had been long since he'd felt the yielding comfort of a coil-pad beneath his body, or cool Lynon sheets against his flesh.
"Rouse yourself, sluggard! " The voice was mocking, familiar, rich with golden overtones. "Get that deficient brain of yours to working, lower order!"