What do you expect your first combat will be like? he asked. 5On Maragor the solstice was approaching, and the back-country village ofBurnt Woods was in deep spring. Would surelynot be collected, unless some hard-to-envision military turnaround occurred. The president turned to him.
A number of times he wiped at the sweat poolingin his eyebrows, his wet hands gritty with the dirt he crouched on,converting the sweat of his face into mud. The lakes were marvelous-bluewith reflected sky-for the day, if cold, had dawned clear and bright. Here their behavior had becomeexemplary, their learning ability high. He wasn't ready to go to his own yet though.
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