"We blast for Womar."
"Jarl—!"
He strode on faster—hurrying, giving her no answer. There were too many things to say ... too many words he could not utter.
They left the alley for another, broader. A dau brushed past them in the murk. Two bulbous Thorians parted, moving out of their way. Curious, glowing eyes of llorin watched them from an entryway.
Then, around another turn, the buildings thinned. The odor of Rogek gas and rocket fuel grew stronger.
And, ahead, a shadowy group moved from one looming bulk of structure to another.
Jarl jerked Sais back into the blackness that rimmed a cone-like Pervod dwelling.
"Jarl—"
He clapped a hand across Sais' mouth. "Quiet! Bor Legat's men may still be here before us!"