Shestepped to the side as Cullen stumbled backward through the doorway, !Xabbu at his feet andtugging him. During thecourse of one short-lived moment of calm discussion, the robot Goggleboy said that what theyreally needed was their old leaf back. She had crouched, trapped in that golden cage, while he had stood helplessly on theother side of the bars. _Tracking us, locating us,_ Renie realized.
And the little bird is his best friend. She would file that away. Thepart of Jongleur's ancient brain that stood at a critical distance from the dream-stage recognizedthat the stairwell Am I reading too muchinto things? It is not surprising that someone from her culture and generation might feel the needto hide her abilities behind a mask of diffidence.
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