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Tira did as she was bid, absently dismissing with
a flick of her hand the capering apparitions тАФ
who instantly ceased to obscure a scene of mun-
dane carnage. Of the Treasury men, only two
seemed hkely to survive. One was whimpering
steadily, his hands cupped over a foaming, suck-
ing hole in his chest. The other was very pale,
huddled in on himself.


"Martyrs of the Guard," whispered Tira, who
had only seen incidents like this in entertain-
ments. She put her hand to her throat and felt
the speed other pulse, fast and light. The smell
began to overwhelm her senses....


"Come on," urged Lieutenant Chaney тАФ
identified by his helmet and breast clips.


Tira focused on him. "Where?"


"Away from here," said Chaney. "They'll be
back for you." He lowered his head. "Look.
Demoiselle, you don't have to listen to anything I
say. We both know that. But if you don't get out
of here in pretty short order, you're going to be
in trouble."


"Right," she said heavily. "Trouble." She shiv-
ered once, quite violently, then brought herself
back under control. "Then let's go."


"All right. Demoiselle." He took her by the
arm again. "So you won't stumble. You don't
have grippers on your soles and I do."


"Very sensible," she said, glancing around the
corpse-strewn room. Of Cousin Helga there was
no sign. Tira decided she would have to ask later,
when they were safe. At least she was not one of
the ruined bodies on the floor.


The lieutenant led her to the main door, mut-