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esses in his hands. He snarled, a deep and angry sound, before
collapsing against the wall. He looked away. "Sir."
K'narl smiled tolerantly. "You have a problem, Shaper of Swords?"
"It is not something to be discussed in public." He paused, then
added, "Sir."
"If it is not to be discussed publicly, you will discuss it with me
privately. In my home, for meal, now."
Shaper's ears fanned open, as if unsure of what they had heard.
What K'narl inviting him to his house? A mentor? An offer? He was
dumbfounded. The rage he had felt drained away, leaving him shaken.
"Sir."
"Come," K'narl said, seizing the younger Kzin by the arm and
hauling him down the passageway. Out into the street, K'narl continued
to handle him like a bundle of meat until they reached the elder Kzin's
residence. Once inside, K'narl indicated a small chair made of wood.
"Sit, young Shaper. I will bring out food."
Still bewildered by the sudden turn of events, Shaper sat, staring
around. The walls were, predictably, covered with weapons. K'narl's
collection predominated with weapons of melee' rat
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