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For a moment their eyes met. Mury, all his weapons blunted, sat unmoving. Ryd, forehead beaded, gripping the arms of his chair, afraid to move or cry out lest he bring doom upon the ship, thought he saw Arliess' fingers start to tighten.
But in that instant a voice crashed into the death-still cabin. Harsh and vibrant, it rang through the open strobophones.