“Did you know?”  Hote’ch’chet hissed, looming over Kahl’di’dahng outside the Council chamber.  She was breathing hard and glaring at her as if she intended to do her harm.

“Know what?”

“The numbers, you fool.”

“Have a care Hotekek.”  She returned her glare, adding acid to her words.  “Your position is no less precarious than Grnect’ch’chet’s.”  She relaxed and stepped away.  “As it happens, I do.”

“And you approve?”  Hotekek’s eyes widened, and she felt the heat rising in the Chet’s body.  “You told me no more than twenty thousand—”

“I also told you they would take the Peninsula,” she soothed.&...

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