The observation I’d made concerning Kuong trying to run the show by himself was not strictly true, for Rodders with vastly more experience stood in command there. All the same, I’d wanted to stir Mevancy up a trifle.
A sharp and quickly muffled cry splattered from the group of brilliantly clad officers and aides at our back. I half-turned, then killed my instinctive smile. An enormous four-armed Djang carrying Delia’s shields carried on talking to Korero. He was completely oblivious of the fact his massive boot rested on Nissa’s dainty foot.
She gave him a sharp nudge into his armor with the end of her quarterstaff. Korero said: “Lift your foot, Tandu, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Dalki, Tandu’s son, who carried Delia’s personal banner, let rip a snort of amusement born of long experience of
