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Abruptly,Core 20 ClassStretch 40 ClassStretch 10 Class, he shook himself all over, as if to drive off the manifold threats he saw encroaching. "Shreck!" There was the sound of paws. The hatch creaked open and Shreck stuck a head inside. "Sir?" "Bring the radio outfits in here. Then ask Amdijefri if he can come down to talk to us." The radios were beautiful things. Ravna claimed that the basic device could be invented by civilizations scarcely more advanced than Flenser's. That was hard to believe. There were so many steps in the making, so many meaningless detours. The final results: eight one-yard squares of night-darkness. Glints of gold and silver showed in the strange material. That, at least, was no mystery: a part of Flenser's gold and silver had gone into the construction. Amdijefri arrived. They raced around the central floor, poked at the radios, shouted to Steel and the Flenser Fragment. Sometimes it was hard to believe they were not truly one pack, that the Two Legs was not another member: They clung to each other as a single pack might. As often as not, Amdi answered questions about Two-Legs before Jefri had a chance to speak, using the "I-pack" pronoun to identify both of them. Today, however, there seemed to be a disagreement. "Oh, please my lord, let me be the one to try it!" Jefri rattled off something in Samnorsk. When Amdi didn't translate, he repeated the words more slowly, speaking directly to Steel. "No. It is [something something] dangerous. Amdi is [something] small. And also, time [something] narrow." The Fragment strained for the meaning. Damn. Sooner or later their ignorance of the Two Legs' language was going to cost them. Steel listened to the human, then sighed the most marvelously patient sigh. "Please. Amdi. Jefri. What is problem?" He spoke in Samnorsk, making more sense to the Flenser Fragment than the human child had. Amdi dithered for a moment. "Jefri thinks the radio jackets are too big for me. But look, it doesn't fit so badly!" Amdi jumped all around one of the night-dark squares, dragging it heedlessly off its velvet pallet onto the floor. He pulled the fabric over the back and shoulders of his largest member. Now the radio was roughly the shape of a greatcloak; Steel's tailors had added clasps at the shoulders and gut. But the thing was vastly outsized for little Amdi. It stood like a tent around one of him. "See? See?" The tiny head poked out,复件 (62) air max, looking first at Steel and then at Tyrathect,复件 (74) air max, willing their belief. Jefri said something. The Amdi pack squeaked back angrily. Then,复件 (96) air max, "Jefri worries about everything, but somebody has to test the radios. There's this little problem with speed. Radio goes much faster than sound. Jefri's just afraid it's so fast, it might confuse the pack using it. That's foolish. How much faster could it be than heads-together thought?" He asked it as a question. Tyrathect smiled. The pack of puppies couldn't quite lie,HIIT 25 ClassStretch 10 Class, but he guessed that Amdi knew the answer to his question -- and that it did not support his argument. On the other side of the hall, Steel listened with heads cocked -- the picture of benign tolerance. "I'm sorry, Amdi. It's just too dangerous for you to be the first." "But I am brave! And I want to help." "I'm sorry. After we know it's safe --" Amdi gave a shriek of outrage, much higher than normal interpack talk,复件 (17) air max1, almost in the range of thought. He swarmed around Jefri, whacking at the human's legs with his butt ends. "Hideous traitor!" he cried, and continued the insults in Samnorsk. It took about ten minutes to get him calmed down to a sulk. He and Jefri sat on the floor, grumbling at each other in Samnorsk. Tyrathect watched the two, and Steel on the other side of the room.