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marking the cut's rocky sides, and he heard the haunting beauty of the whistle singing its warning.
He stayed on the platform a little longer, looking up past the edge of the passenger car's roof overhang at
the narrow strip of scorching blue sky so far overhead. Then he drew a deep breath, went back inside,

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 - Prologue

and settled himself into his seat once more.
Not much longer now, he told himself. Not much longer . . . for this stage, at least.

Less than two hours later, Kinlafia gazed out the passenger car window as the train clattered and banged
to a halt in a vibrating screech of brakes and a long, drawnout hiss of steam.
It was hot, and despite the welcome interlude of relative coolness in the Traisum Cut, the car's open
windows had done little more than help turn its interior into an even more efficient oven by letting the
hot, dry wind evaporate any moisture it might have contained. Still, it had been a substantial
improvement over the wearisome horseback journey through Failcham, across the desert between what
should have been the cities of Yarahk and Judaih.
As a Portal Authority VoiceтАФand a certified Portal HoundтАФKinlafia had seen far more of the
multiverse than the vast majority of Sharonians could begin to imagine. Yet even for someone like him,
it took a journey like this one to truly drive home the immensity involved in expanding through so many
duplicates of humanity's home world. Under normal circumstances, it tended to put the silliness of most
human squabbling into stark perspective. With such incredible vastness, such an inexhaustible supply of
space and resources available, surely anyone ought to be able to find the space and prosperity to live his
life in the way he chose without infringing upon the interests or libertiesтАФor prejudicesтАФof anyone else!
Except that it doesn't seem to work that way, he thought, as he collected his valise from the overhead
rack. Part of that's simply ingrained human cussedness, I suppose. Most people figure somebody else
ought to move away, rather than that they ought to go off looking for the life they choose. And then
there's the godsdamned Arcanans.
His jaw tightened for a moment, and his brown eyes turned bleak and hard. Then he shook himself,
forcing his shoulders to relax, and drew a deep breath. His weeks of grueling travel had given him
enough separation from Shaylar's murder for him to at least concede that Crown Prince Janaki had had a
point. There was no way Darcel Kinlafia was ever going to forgive the butchers of Arcana for the
massacre of his civilian survey crew andтАФespeciallyтАФShaylar Nargra-Kolmayr. For that matter, he still
saw no reason why he should. But there was a difference between refusing to forgive and building an
entire life on a platform of hatred, for hatred was a corrosive drug. Nourished too deeply, cherished too
closely, it would destroy a man as surely as any rifle or pistol bullet.
And it can do exactly the same thing to an entire civilization, he thought grimly. "Call-me-Janaki" was
right about that, too. Besides I've known plenty of Sharonians I wouldn't exactly want marrying into the
family. No, be honest, Darcel. You've known plenty of Sharonians who ought to've been put on
someone's "needs killing" list. So, logically, there have to be at least some Arcanans who are going to be
just as horrified as any Sharonia by the prospect of an inter-universal warn. Of course, finding them
may be just a little difficult.
He snorted in wry humor, which he was half-surprised to discover was only slightly tinged with
bitterness. Well, maybe a little more than "slightly." Still, the tearing, savage spasms of fury which had
wracked him whenever he thought about the massacre at Fallen Timbers truly had lost much of their
virulence.
Petty-Captain Yar told me they would. I suppose I should have listened to him.
Kinlafia made a mental note to drop Delokahn Yar a Voice message. It was the least he could do for
Company-Captain chan Tesh's senior Healer, he thought just a bit ashamedly, given how hard Yar had