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| 8 | 1 | The Ice; I View more quotes about hold">Hold Converse with a Slave; Rations Grow Short; I Consider the Matter of Seremides The day was dim and cold. |
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| 7 | 281 | I could smell fresh Sa-Tarna bread, roast bosk. |
| 7 | 282 | My body ached, I was weary. |
| 7 | 283 | I was looking forward to food, and hot paga. |
| 8 | 1 | The Ice; I Hold Converse with a Slave; Rations Grow Short; I Consider the Matter of Seremides The day was dim and cold. |
| 8 | 2 | It must be near noon, but it seemed more like dawn. |
| 8 | 3 | Tor-tu-Gor, Light-upon-the-Home-Stone, was low, lying almost upon the gray horizon. |
| 8 | 4 | The ship was not moving. |