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“
What
is
it
?
”
The
lieutenant
thrust
the
baliset
forward
.
“
Mattai
wants
a
song
to
ease
his
going
,
sir
.
He
says
you
’
ll
know
the
one
.
.
.
he
’
s
asked
it
of
you
often
enough
.
”
The
lieutenant
swallowed
.
“
It
’
s
the
one
called
‘
My
Woman
,
’
sir
.
If
you
—
”
“
I
know
.
”
Halleck
took
the
baliset
,
flicked
the
multipick
out
of
its
catch
on
the
fingerboard
.
He
drew
a
soft
chord
from
the
instrument
,
found
that
someone
had
already
tuned
it
.
There
was
a
burning
in
his
eyes
,
but
he
drove
that
out
of
his
thoughts
as
he
strolled
forward
,
strumming
the
tune
,
forcing
himself
to
smile
casually
.
Several
of
his
men
and
a
smuggler
medic
were
bent
over
one
of
the
litters
.
One
of
the
men
began
singing
softly
as
Halleck
approached
,
catching
the
counter
-
beat
with
the
ease
of
long
familiarity
:
“
My
woman
stands
at
her
window
,
Curved
lines
‘
gainst
square
glass
.
Uprais
’
d
arms
.
.
.
bent
.
.
.
downfolded
.
’
Gainst
sunset
red
and
golded
—
