Lisanne Norman - Sholan 03 - Fire margins

Prologue

"Approaching the trading world now, General M'ezozakk," said his navigator.

"Inform Priest J'koshuk that his skills are needed," said M'ezozakk, watching as the planet grew larger on

the main view screen.

"No need, General, I'm here," said the priest, stepping out of the bridge access corridor. Behind him the

door ground noisily as it closed.

"Hasn't anything been done about that damned door yet?" M'ezozakk demanded testily, ending on a

sibilant hiss of displeasure.

"No, General. Maintenance and engineering are monitoring the hull patch continuously lest it is breached

again. We can't afford to lose any more ..."

"I don't want excuses," snapped M'ezozakk, his crest rising as he turned to look at the First Officer. "I

want results! If it isn't fixed within this shift, I'll throw you to J'koshuk to play with!"

The officer's skin paled visibly, his tongue flicking out nervously as he glanced at the carmine-robed priest

who now stood to the left of the General.

"I'll see to it personally, General," he said, ducking his head down in a low bow of obeisance.

"Do so." M'ezozakk turned back to the screen. "Wait," he said. "On your way, see that the captives are

cleaned up. We need to get a good price for them. Make sure that they understand this, because if they

don't cooperate, I'm sure J'koshuk could spare a few last moments with them."

"Yes, General," said the officer, beginning to sidle toward the exit.

"We're within communications range, General," ventured the crew member manning the comm unit.

"You realize our information regarding this world is minimal," said J'koshuk quietly, leaning toward the

General "I can't be sure that the language we have on our data banks is their universal port language."

M'ezozakk turned his unblinking gaze on the priest. The vertical slits narrowed slightly. "Are you telling

me you don't think you can communicate with these ... savages?"

"By no means, General," said the other, his tone more conciliatory. "I don't yet know just how ... basic ...

that communication will be."

"Your position gives you many privileges, J'koshuk. Should I, on your advice, have detoured to this

world and be unable to accomplish our mission, those privileges can be rescinded. I believe Mzayb'ik has

ambitions ..." He left the rest of his sentence hanging.

"If I cannot communicate with these barbarians, General, then none of Mzayb'ik's ambitions will help

you," said J'koshuk, his own eyes narrowing as he bowed his head slightly to the General.

"If you can't make yourself understood, then his lack of knowledge would hardly be an impediment,"

M'ezozakk said smoothly.

"We're being hailed from the planet's surface, General," the comm interrupted politely.

M'ezozakk relaxed back in his seat. "Are the cargo shuttles ready?"

"The shuttles are ready, General," said his security offi-cer. "Shuttle One awaits your command for the

automatic launch. Shuttle Two is fueled and ready. It awaits the crew and captives."

"The comm is yours, J'koshuk. I'll watch with interest while you negotiate with these beings," said

M'ezozakk waving his hand lazily in the direction of the main viewer. "Open a channel to the surface," he

ordered his comm officer.

J'koshuk bowed again, barely concealing the mixture of anger and fear on his face.

Let him hate me, just as long as he also fears me, M'ezozakk thought.

* * *

The cuboid sat at the back of the room, beyond the reach of the four Sholans. The Valtegans hadn't been

about to let the unclean bodies of their captives go anywhere near their holy object. They'd lived

alongside it for weeks, its brooding presence reflecting their mood just as it reflected the light. Just why

they'd been kept there, Jeran had never been able to figure out. He had noticed that the ordinary troops

on this vessel were even more afraid of the cuboid than of them. That was another puzzle. Why should

the Valtegans fear them? Four half-starved and beaten Sholans chained to the floor hardly represented

much of a threat to them, surely.

At first, Miroshi had tried to work out what the cube was. The mental exercise had diverted her thoughts

from anticipating the next session with their tormentors. It had been futile, though. There was little she or

any of them could glean from its featureless surfaces. It just was.

A short time before, the Valtegans had come and taken it away, carefully hauling it from the room on its

obviously frictionless base. With it gone, they'd all felt easier. It was as if a weight they hadn't realized

was there had been lifted from them. He still felt a sense of unease about it though, as if it was connected

to them in some way he didn't understand.

The sound of the door opening roused Jeran from his reverie. It was all he could do to raise his head,

ears facing forward, and look toward the noise. He saw the priest first, then the five armed soldiers

behind him. He let his head fall back to the deck floor as the priest hissed out an order.

They wanted all of them this time. Usually they were taken singly. Maybe the damned lizards had tired of

their uncooperative captives and their nightmare was finally about to end. Death held no fear for him any

more: death meant freedom from their torturer, J'koshuk.

His body tensed, waiting for the kick or the blow— or even the shot that would finish him. Instead, he

was grasped by the neck and hauled to his feet. A yelp of pain escaped him as the nonretractible claws

dug into his flesh. So much stronger than the Sholans, they made no effort to temper that strength when

handling their captives. His uniform jacket was stripped off him then, just as abruptly, he was released.

Naked apart from his pelt, he staggered, trying to keep his balance, but he was too weak to stand. The

heavy chain attached to the rigid metal collar round his neck dragged at him, pulling him down to the floor

again.

He'd barely had a chance to see the same had been done to his three companions when they were hit by

a jet of freezing water. Claws extended, his feet scrabbled against the metal-plated floor as he tried at

least to get up onto his haunches. He'd expected to be killed, but not by drowning! Turning his head

away from the stream of pressurized water, he bit down hard on his lower lip, trying not to yell curses at

them in the few words of Valtegan he'd managed to pick up over the weeks they'd been on board.

Turning back to look at the others, he saw that even Miroshi had roused herself enough to try and keep

her head free of the water. Their captors had quickly realized she was the most vulnerable member of the

group and had targeted her for their special attention. What they'd done to her would have been

despicable even had she not been a telepath. Her mental scars, like those on her body, might never heal.

Jeran's chain was just long enough for him to reach her and while the water was playing on the other two,

he crawled along the floor toward her. The jet hit him again. Ears plastered flat to his head, he held her

close, turning his back to take the worst of the torrent of water, lending her what little strength he had in

an effort to keep her from falling back down to the deck.

The water stopped suddenly, gurgling as it flowed down the drains to the reservoir. He let Miroshi go,

not wanting to add to her pain by continuing to touch her. As he turned back to the guards, one of them

stepped forward and threw a bundle of cloths at him. Jeran grabbed at them instinctively, managing to

catch them before they fell onto the wet floor.

The guard snapped an order at him. Confused, Jeran shook his head, blinking as he wiped his forearm

across his eyes. The officer at the door spoke and the guard stepped forward. Leaning down, he

snatched a cloth back from him and began rubbing it across his own arm.

The officer spoke again, this time addressing Jeran briefly, then they all turned and left.

Tesha looked over at him. "What did he say?" she demanded, curling her tail, which now resembled a

piece of old rope, protectively round her haunches.

Jeran handed two towels over to her. "We're to dry ourselves."

"Even I got that!" she said acidly, passing the other to Tallis.

"I didn't get it all, but it had something to do with us being put down on this planet we're orbiting in

exchange for ... supplies, I think," he said, hunkering down beside Miroshi again.

She stirred, taking the towel from him.

"Can you manage?" he asked.

She nodded, beginning to wipe the cloth along her arms.

"So why the cold shower?" asked Tesha, shivering as she began to rub herself.

"Don't want the goods to be seen covered in matted fur and dried blood," said Tallis bleakly as he made

an equally half-hearted attempt to dry himself.

"There was an implicit threat concerning J'koshuk," added Jeran.

"He's selling us," said Miroshi, speaking for the first time in days. "He said if he doesn't get a good price,

he'll give us back to J'koshuk."

Tesha broke the silence that followed. "Well, what do we do? Make a break for it so that they kill us, or

go down to this world like tame rhaklas?"

Jeran began to dry himself, trying not to knock the scabs off the half-healed wounds. His fur was matted

into the cuts on his face and arms but there was nothing he could do about it.

Before he could answer, the door opened again, this time to admit the ship's medic, flanked by two

guards, one carrying a tray holding four beakers.

"Eat," said the medic as the guard came over with the tray. "Been cooked. Need eat. Soon you leave."

A beaker was thrust at Tallis. Reluctantly he took it, sniffing the contents. "It has been cooked," he said,

surprised. "It's some kind of stew, not raw meat."

Jeran was given his. It wasn't worth the beating that would ensue if he refused it. He raised the beaker to

his lips.

As he drank, the medic came over and deftly grasped his arm, pressing the hypo gun against it, then he

was gone. A brief surge of giddiness, then almost immediately he felt a warm glow spread through him.

"It's some kind of sedative," he said, watching Miroshi flinch as the lizard touched her. There was no

point in objecting.

The guard collected the empty beakers then followed the medic out, leaving the soldier with his rifle

trained on them.

Tesha sat down suddenly. "I don't feel so good," she said faintly.

Jeran looked up, seeing her inner lids beginning to show at the edges of her eyes. "You'll be all right," he

said, aware that he should be feeling more concerned than he was. With an effort, he kept his mind on

what he wanted to say. "You know their drugs do strange things to us, especially you. It's not lethal. They

wouldn't kill us like that. There's no amusement for them in it."

"If you focused your thoughts, you'd be able to control the effects of the drug," said Tallis.

"I can't, you know that," said Tesha, wrinkling her nose. The skin visible around her eyes had an

unhealthy greenish tinge.

"You just won't ..." began Tallis.

"Stop it, both of you!" said Miroshi tiredly, sinking back onto the floor. "Must we fight among ourselves?

All we've got left is each other, and we may not even have that for much longer! In Vartra's name, shut

up!"

Jeran moved over to Tesha, the chain dragging behind him. "Leave it, Tesha," he said quietly. "Just ignore

Tallis. Being telepaths, it's been worse for them. Every time they've been touched, they've been mentally

tortured, never mind what they've done to them physically. It's only when they use drugs on us that Tallis

and Miroshi can feel they're fighting back."

"I know," she muttered, leaning her head against his shoulder. "It's been bad for all of us. What do you

think our chances of being rescued are?"

"If they know we're missing, they'll make an effort to find us, but from the size of those craft we saw

around Szurtha, I'd say they'll have a lot more to worry about than the four of us."

"They're coming back," said Tallis, ears flicking in distress as he moved closer to the other three.

CHAPTER 1

As Kusac opened the door to the staff lounge, he caught the tail end of their conversation.

"You gave him the right to decide, Kaid," Rulla was saying. "No one made him choose Stronghold."

Hearing the door open, he looked up.

Kaid sat at the table reassembling his rifle.

"What's going on?" Kusac asked, watching Rulla's eyes flick from him back to Kaid.

"Everything's under control, Liegen," Kaid replied blandly, snapping the power pack into place. "There's

nothing for you to be concerned about."

Kusac could feel the tension in the room. Something wasn't right. He shut the door behind him, mentally

scanning Rulla's surface thoughts. "Where's Vanna?" he demanded. "I know this concerns her. Where is

she?"

"She's paying a brief visit to Stronghold," replied Kaid, getting up and turning to face him. "I'm on my way

to collect her now."

"Stronghold? What in the name of all the Gods is she doing visiting there at this time of night?"

"That's what I intend to find out," said Kaid, his voice grim as he picked up his rifle. "I'm afraid one of my

people took her there." He walked toward Kusac, stopping in front of him, obviously waiting for him to

step aside.

"I'm going with you," said Rulla, getting up and moving over to join him.

"No, you're not," said Kaid, throwing a glance at him over his shoulder. "You could be concussed after

that blow on the head. You'll remain here. I'm going alone." He looked back at Kusac. "Excuse me,

Liegen."

Kusac shook his head. "I want to know what's going on. Who hit Rulla? Vanna's been kidnapped, hasn't

she?"

"You can't go alone," insisted Rulla. "It could be a ruse on Ghezu's part to get you to Stronghold."

Kaid snorted in disgust.

Kusac could feel himself getting angry. "No one's leaving here till I know exactly what's going on!"

"Liegen, I haven't got time for this now," said Kaid, his ears giving the faintest flick of annoyance. "It's

already over an hour since Vanna was taken."

Kusac leaned back against the door. "Then you'd better tell me now why Stronghold's suddenly so

interested in Vanna— and us." He watched Kaid's eyes narrow as the other male sized him up.

"Remember your oath," he said quietly.

"I don't need you to remind me, my Liege." Kaid's voice was emotionless now. "You have your Leska to

look after. She's still very weak."

"Dammit, Kaid!" Now he was really angry. "You two woke me with all the mental noise you were

making, and that despite the psychic damper in our room! Luckily Carrie's still sedated. Vanna's one of

my people— as are you. I want to know what's happened, and I want to know now!"

"I haven't the time, Liege. T'Chebbi's waiting outside in the aircar." Kaid's tone was equally implacable.

Abruptly Kusac reached behind him and pulled the door open. "Then tell me on the way." He turned and

headed down the corridor toward the side exit that led to his family's private vehicle park.

He'd barely taken half a dozen steps when he heard the sound of feet behind him and his left arm was

grasped firmly.

Trying to bite back the yelp of pain that rose to his lips, he turned round, his good arm unconsciously

going up to cradle the wounded one.

"Liege, you can't go," said Kaid. "You're injured. I did no more than touch you and you're gray with pain.

You'd be a liability to me."

"Liege is it now, Kaid?" Kusac kept his tone light as he attempted to move away from his bodyguard.

"Then release me, and stop wasting more time."

"Yes, it's Liege now, since you chose to remind me of my oath." His eyes flicked across Kusac's face.

"What the hell's got into you?" he demanded. "This isn't like you at all."

"Maybe not," replied Kusac, breathing more rapidly to try and ease the pain from his shoulder. "You told

us it was over, that the last assassin was dead, and now we find that we still have enemies. It's time we

started not only looking after ourselves, but also our friends. Carrie and I've faced death too often

recently, Kaid. It doesn't hold any fears for either of us anymore. We won't hide behind you or anyone

else again."

"It's not that simple, Liege." Kaid let go of his arm. "This may be why Dzaka took Vanna to

Stronghold— to flush you out and bring you there after her. Particularly as he knew you'd spent the night

together."

"Then we'd best not keep them waiting." Kusac turned again toward the exit.

"Liege! I can't protect you and fetch Vanna back!" His tone was exasperated.

"Rulla," Kusac said over his shoulder, "How's your head?"

"I'll survive, Liegen," said Rulla.

"Good. You'll accompany us."

"Yes, Liegen," came the satisfied reply.

Kaid let out a low rumble of anger as he stepped yet again in front of Kusac. "You still don't understand.

If I arrive at Stronghold accompanied by you, Rulla, and T'Chebbi, it'll mean a showdown that we can't

afford at this time."

Kusac stopped again, staring Kaid straight in the eyes. "A showdown, Kaid?" He cocked one ear

forward. "Why should there be a showdown because I arrive with an escort to collect my friend

Vanna?"

"Vanna didn't go voluntarily."

"I gathered that when you mentioned Rulla had been hit on the head," said Kusac dryly. "When I left her

a couple of hours ago, Vanna had no intention of going anywhere but the Guild. I can also tell you that

she's probably unconscious, in a shielded area, or they've given her a psychic suppressant. What else

should I know, Kaid? How about telling me why Stronghold's so interested in us."

Kaid's eyes narrowed again. "Very well, Liege," he said abruptly, moving aside and drawing Kusac

forward by his good arm. "The Brotherhood wants to get full guild status. To do this, they need to recruit

you and any other mixed Leska pairs. They have the facilities and staff to train you there."

"Why would the Brotherhood have facilities for telepaths?" Then realization dawned. "The missing

talents!" Kusac stopped in his tracks and looked at Kaid with the beginnings of understanding.

Kaid nodded.

"You're the people the Telepath Guild has missed— the ones with the minor Talents!"

"Some of us have more than a minor Talent, Liegen," said Rulla mildly. "We just aren't telepaths."

"All along, the Brotherhood's been gathering in those people. Why, Kaid?"

"That's what we are," said Kaid. "Every one of us."

"Every one of you? Then telepaths who can fight aren't new."

"Yes, you are," said Kaid. "That's why Stronghold wants you. They have no telepaths among their active

members."

"They want to recruit us?"

"You and Carrie— perhaps. Vanna and Brynne, definitely. They think they can control them more easily

than you."

Kusac gave a short, derisory laugh. "They don't know Vanna!"

"No, they don't," said Kaid, his mouth opening in the ghost of a smile.

"Dzaka is the one who took Vanna to Stronghold," said Rulla.

"He'll regret it," said Kaid, his voice barely audible.

Kusac gave himself a small shake, trying to dispel the chill Kaid's comment had caused. He started

walking again.

"Stronghold wants full guild status so they can challenge the Telepath Guild's power in the World

Council," said Kaid. "They can't achieve guild status unless they can prove they have a skill that is unique

to them."

"Us."

Kaid grunted in reply as they emerged into the cold predawn air of the park. An aircar, its engine gently

humming, was waiting for them. He passed his rifle to Rulla, clambering into the pilot's seat that T'Chebbi

had just vacated.

Kusac joined him in the front, leaving Rulla to accompany T'Chebbi in the rear passenger area.

"I won't be used by the Brotherhood any more than by the Telepath Guild," said Kusac in a low voice as

Kaid took off, heading northwest for the Dzahai Mountains.

"I know, but the Brotherhood mustn't realize that yet," said Kaid, equally quietly.

Kusac looked thoughtfully at him. He touched the edges of Kaid's mind with the usual result: a quiet

stillness. Carrie was the only one who really sensed Kaid, and then only on their Link days when their

abilities were enhanced. Now, thank Vartra, she was asleep, but her help would have been useful.

"You can't break formally with the Telepath Guild unless you have the protection of Stronghold," said

Kaid. "Esken won't tolerate it; he can't afford to. If you still intend to follow the path of En'Shalla, you

need to buy time, to wait until Carrie's recovered. It's dangerous enough when you're healthy."

"I know," said Kusac, his tone short. Putting their lives in the hands of Gods he barely believed in and

certainly didn't trust would not be an easy step for him to take.

"If you turn down Stronghold's offer, you'll be placing my people in a dangerous position."

"Explain."

"If you refuse Ghezu and Lijou, they'll recall all the Brotherhood members I've got guarding you," said

Kaid, banking to the right to compensate for the gusting wind.

"The threat to our lives is over now though, isn't it, Kaid? Surely we don't need so many people."

"I think we do. Let's just say I prefer being overcautious. Also several of them wish to break from the

Brotherhood and join you and your people. If they're recalled, they'll have to disobey Stronghold and we

aren't ready for that yet."

"The showdown you were discussing. I don't understand why they'd want to join us in the first place."

"Because of Kaid," said Rulla, leaning forward. "You only know one side of him. Before he was 'retired'

from the Brotherhood, he had quite a following, especially when it came time to elect the new Leader."

"Enough, Rulla," said Kaid sharply, banking the vehicle against the wind and causing them all to clutch

their seats.

Kusac turned to look not only at Kaid but at Rulla as the other male picked himself up from the floor.

"You were a contender for Leadership of the Brotherhood?" Already he was reassessing his opinion of

Kaid. A lot of things were beginning to fall into place.

"I was chosen," Kaid admitted reluctantly. "It's part of my life that belongs in the past. Rulla and others

won't let me forget it. I think they're fools to risk their lives with us, but they're entitled to make their own

choices. That's why it's wiser to agree to the Brotherhood's offer for the time being, until you're ready to

step outside the guild system. That way you can break publicly from the Telepath Guild with the

protection of the Brotherhood, who can then claim what they want— full guild status."

"They give us their protection in return for our support in breaking Esken's hold on the World Council,"

said Kusac.

"As you say. He's using fear of himself and his Telepath Guild to coerce the weaker Council members to

vote his way. They're too afraid to speak up against him, and those who do have an idea of what's

happening can't prove it."

"What about my father? He can't know anything about this. I know fear wouldn't stop him speaking out

against Esken."

Kaid looked at him briefly. "I assume he knows nothing. The Council members Esken controls presume

all the senior telepaths are involved. They aren't going to risk their lives by asking one to find out."

"By all the Gods, Kaid, if this is true it mustn't be allowed to continue! How could Esken claim he was

afraid of us abusing our Talents when he behaves like this? What of Governor Nesul? Where does he fit

into this?"

Kaid flicked his ears in a shrug. "Like the others, he can do nothing. Who'd believe him? Telepaths are

vital to every level of life. No one could afford the chaos that would result if this came to light. No, Ghezu

and Lijou's solution is the best. They have enough on Esken to play him at his own game. Remember, the

majority of telepaths, even those in senior positions, are ignorant of what's happening. Most of Esken's

manipulation is at the Council level."

"How did you find all this out?"

"I keep my ears open, and I have my contacts," he said.

"You must have," said Rulla. "Even I didn't know this."

"I've always hated politics," muttered Kusac, sitting back in his seat.

"You are the politics," said Kaid. "You and your Leska, along with Vanna and Brynne and the others like

you, are the heart of this matter. With you as Telepath Guild members, Esken has what he's never had

before. A private army, guild-bound to him, and the rest of the Council will know it. He'll be able to play

his power games on a scale he never dreamed of before. The military? 'Sorry, my Telepath pairs aren't

ready to be freed from their Guild commitments yet, however ...' Use them, Kusac, instead of letting

them use you."

"I get your point," sighed Kusac.

* * *

Meral stood safely out of reach at the foot of Garras' bed before pulling back the covers. Cautiously, he

reached out to draw a claw tip along the pads on the sole of the sleeper's foot. The resultant kick just

missed him as Garras landed in a crouch nearby.

"It's me, Meral," he said.

Garras straightened up. "What is it?" he asked, keeping his voice low as he cycled his side arm back to

standby.

"I woke early so I went for a walk. There's a scouter in the main yard, one from the estate. The scents

were fresh, and I'm pretty sure one of them was Vanna's."

"Vanna's? What the hell's she doing here?" Perplexed, Garras wrinkled his nose.

"I don't know. I didn't try to find her, I came straight back to tell you. I don't think anyone saw me."

"You did well," said Garras, turning to grab his jacket and belt from the chair. "Let's check it out.

Remember the mental exercises I taught you. Keep your mind as still as possible. There're several people

here capable of picking us up, and if it is Vanna, then Lijou will be awake."

They padded silently down the corridor, keeping in the shadows until they reached the main staircase.

Garras held Meral back. "Remember, if we meet anyone, I'm taking you on an early morning training

session."

Meral nodded and, trying not to clench his feet against the sudden cold of the stone stairs, followed

Garras as silently as he could.

* * *

Dzaka's head came up suddenly and he looked toward the large curtain-covered window. "We're being

watched, Father Lijou," he said.

Lijou looked over in his direction, raising an eye ridge.

"Two males," Dzaka said, shaking his head. "Their minds are too still to pick up any emotions."

"Kaid." Ghezu said the word like it was an oath.

"Not Kaid," said Lijou. "There hasn't been time, and Dzaka would know him." He turned to Vanna,

feeling a flare from her mind. "Garras?" He turned back to Dzaka. "Is Garras here?"

Dzaka flicked his ears in assent. "He brought a male called Meral to enroll him in the Brotherhood."

"So, I have ex-Brothers sponsoring new members, have I?" Ghezu noticed Vanna's slight movement from

the corner of his eye. "I think not, Physician," he said, turning to her. "You'll remain here for the moment.

Dzaka, bring Garras and Meral here, if you please," he said.

"Immediately, Leader Ghezu," he said, bowing his head toward him before going to the door.

"Physician Kyjishi," said Lijou, returning to his chair beside Ghezu's desk. "Let's go over what you told us

about these Valtegans."

Vanna leaned forward across the desk. "I want to know when you're going to let me return to the

Aldatan estate," she said angrily. "I've told you what I know. When Kusac and his parents realize I'm

missing, they'll be far from pleased!"

"But that's what I'm waiting for, Vanna," said Ghezu. "I want Kusac here. Since you refuse to join us

without discussing the matter with him," he said, spreading his hands expressively, "we must wait for him

to come to you."

"That's why you had me brought here!" she said. "You aren't interested in me, it was Kusac you wanted

all along!"

"Could Kusac have identified the bones?" asked Lijou. "I doubt it. We needed you to do that. The fact

that we only have to sit and wait for Kusac to arrive as well is a bonus."

"And if he doesn't come?"

"Oh, he will, my dear," purred Ghezu. "He will."

* * *

Dzaka padded silently along the corridor toward the stairs down to the south garden. He could sense that

Garras and Meral had reached the floor below. He stopped, waiting till he felt them approaching the

bend in the stairs, then he spoke.

"Garras, it's me, Dzaka."

There was a profound silence for the space of three heartbeats.

"Where's Vanna?" Garras demanded, cautiously coming into sight.

"She's with Father Lijou and Leader Ghezu," he said. "I've been sent to ask you to join them. Everything

is fine," he said reassuringly. "You won't need your gun," he added, turning to move back into the

corridor as they began to ascend the last flight.

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