The _Skylark_ dropped to the ground, followed by the fleet of warships, who settled in a ring about her—inactive, but ready. “Will you please loan me your sending instrument, sir?” Seaton asked. “From this point on I can carry on negotiations better direct than through you.” The lieutenant found his voice as he surrendered the instrument. “Sir, are you the Overlord of Osnome, of whom we have heard? We had supposed that one a mythical character, but you must be he—no one else would spare lives that he could take, an…
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