It hummed and quacked--in my mind's eye the soundhad a hard, angular shape, like an ancient mechanical toy--and its accent was nothing I had everheard. The audience moved closer now, sliding out of the vegetation and into the circle of the camp. These Grail people, what do they want? This kind ofthing--it must cost trillions. Still very deliberately staying calm, he headed for the stairs.
The Indian shot him a dubious look, but said only: Sleepers up there, and gestured with histhumb to the ceiling of the Ice Box above their heads. Don't call me that--I don't like it. I thought your grandfather was Irish. Everyone turned to look; all saw Sweet William's black-painted eyes flutter open.
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