“Aw, look.” Rosel’s voice was muffled. “Didn’t mean a thing, I was just making a crack.”
“Yeah, sure.” Naran’s voice was scornful. “Just having a little fun before breakfast. Now you listen to me. So long as I’m lead driver, you’re going to do what I say—when I say it. If you give me any more trouble, I’ll pull your head off and make you carry it under one arm. Got it?”
“Ow! Yeah, I got it. You’re the lead driver.”
Naran released his pressure and stepped back.
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“All right,” he said. “Let’s forget it. Now, we’ll get breakfast over with and then we’ll take care of the long-necks. You take the drivers out, Rosel. I’m going to make some arrangements in the village. Be with you later.” He swung away.
Barra looked at his reflection with satisfaction. It was too bad, he thought, that he didn’t have some companion to appreciate his wealth and power. He examined his equipment carefully.
Everything was clean. Everything was in order. There was no device lacking.
Proudly, he looked down at the huge, yellow pendant he was wearing for the first time. It was funny, he thought, that he had never considered a probe unit before. Now that he thought of it, this was a most satisfactory device. Now, he could look into his villagers’ minds and see clearly what lay there. Even, he could get some ideas of the intentions of visiting caravan masters.
Fitting the device and becoming familiar with it had been hard work, of course, but he had mastered it. And today, he could wear the jewel and use it. It would make the day’s work easier.
He activated his levitator, floated to his boat, and pulled it away from its shelter, setting the course toward Tibara.