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"
If
you
say
so
.
"
"
Trust
me
on
this
one
,
Thom
.
This
isn
’
t
the
first
time
I
’
ve
handled
this
kind
of
situation
.
Doubt
it
’
ll
be
the
last
,
either
.
"
*
*
*
I
stayed
in
a
hotel
overnight
,
in
another
part
of
Saumlaki
.
The
hotel
was
an
echoing
,
multilevel
prefab
structure
,
sunk
deep
into
bedrock
.
It
must
have
had
a
capacity
for
hundreds
of
guests
,
but
at
the
moment
only
a
handful
of
the
rooms
seemed
to
be
occupied
.
I
slept
fitfully
and
got
up
early
.
In
the
atrium
,
I
saw
a
bib
-
capped
worker
in
rubber
gloves
removing
diseased
carp
from
a
small
ornamental
pond
.
Watching
him
pick
out
the
ailing
,
metallic
-
orange
fish
,
I
had
a
flash
of
déjà
vu
.
What
was
it
about
dismal
hotels
and
dying
carp
?
Before
breakfast
—
bleakly
alert
,
even
though
I
didn
’
t
really
feel
as
if
I
’
d
had
a
good
night
’
s
sleep
—
I
visited
Kolding
and
got
a
fresh
update
on
the
repair
schedule
.
"
Two
,
three
days
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
was
a
day
last
night
.
"
Kolding
shrugged
.
"
You
’
ve
got
a
problem
with
the
service
,
find
someone
else
to
fix
your
ship
.
"
Then
he
stuck
his
little
finger
into
the
corner
of
his
mouth
and
began
to
dig
between
his
teeth
.
"
Nice
to
see
someone
who
really
enjoys
his
work
,
"
I
said
.
