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CHAPTER 9-2
Soon they sensed Grgat’s presence beside them. Dunnis wanted to untie the rope from himself and let the Daschamese pay the same price for his stupidity, but Dev was firmly against that. If it had been Larramac, she wouldn’t have minded, but the native had not even the remotest experience at this sort of thing, and she was willing to excuse his action this one time. Dunnis, however, should have known better, and he was going to pay. After the engineer had suffered through Larramac’s pulling on it also, Dev retied the line around her own waist and touched helmets with each of the other three in turn. Her crisp lecture was the same in each case. “This rope is to be used for guidance only, to show you the route your predecessor has taken. It will not, repeat, not support your weight. All it’s
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