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It seemed they were fated to pass back and forth words that neither one could understand. Her reply was still pointed but the meaning to the words might as well have fallen on deaf ears. Then she spoke in that accented tongue, common words he could get. IT'D BE FUTILE. Mumbled words were followed with a small shake of his head. What could he stand to gain from pushing her into the water? Absolutely nothing. NO. He answered again, a touch gentler than previous words.

KALGANOV. He replied smoothly, hoping to keep whatever calmness had fallen for a few seconds more. The male needed this — the calmness, the knowledge, her. Whether she knew it or not, she was important to him now. THE PLANTS. . .DO THEY ONLY GROW IN GORGES? The words fell off his tongue with hesitancy as he wondered just how much he was pushing his luck.