THREE:"I'll look out for that."
THREE:They walked slowly into the smoke and the noise. As they reached the edge of the forest, the sound began to diminish, very slowly; and, ahead of them, through the haze and beyond the twisted trees, the sun began to rise."Well, you can say, maybe, an' maybe you can't But Oi can't. Take your old goon. Oi'll none avit.
THREE:The voice broke into laughter. "Oh," it said. It was now distinguishingly a female voice. "It's you, Cendar. But hold it down on the Haenlingen stuff: she's supposed to be arriving."
TWO:"No; I won't do it."












