Seating himself on theplatform, he arranged his legs in a full lotus. He'd almost dozed again when the jangling repeated. Horses charged through the rope fence, the whole herd coming hisway with an up-and-down, hobbled-horse gait. LieutenantToma followed, observing, saying nothing.
There was no sympathy in the words, no consoling. They'd expect it. Good morning, Varlik said. After lying inthe snow for a minute, he unsnapped his pack, and with one of thesnowshoes strapped to it, dug himself a narrow hole in the snow, deepinto the old base.
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