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piece of cornucopia shrapnel bounced off the roof of the Turtle, which rocked on its spiked wheels.
"But why be angry with us?" said Argavisti. "We're doing what they want."
Borvorius tried to smile. "Gods, eh?" he said. "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em."
Someone nudged Simony, and passed him a soggy cigarette. It was a Tsortean soldier. Despite himself, he took a puff.
"It's good tobacco," he said. "The stuff we grow tastes like camel's droppings."
He passed it along to the next hunched figure.
THANK YOU.
Borvorius produced a flask from somewhere.
"Will you go to hell if you have a drop of spirit?" he said.
"So it seems," As he took it he was aware of the rush of air, a sudden breath in the universe. He looked around in time to see a wave lift a ship out of the water and smash it against the dunes.
A distant scream colored the wind.
The soldiers stared.
"There were people under there," said Argavisti.said Simony, absently. Then he noticed the flask. "Oh, you mean alcohol? Probably. But who cares? I won't be able to get near the fire for priests. Thanks.""Pass it round."THANK YOU.The Turtle rocked to a thunderbolt."G'n y'himbe bo?"They all looked at the pieces of raw fish, and Fasta Benj's hopeful expression."I could rake some of the coals out of the firebox from here," said Urn, after a while.Someone tapped Simony on the shoulder, creating a strange tingling sensation.THANK YOU. I HAVE TO GO.
Simony dropped the flask.