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Now little-porp " he grinned. "You ssset me off there. But now all I have to do is keep you under water. It will be interesssting to lisssten to you beg for air!" Keepiru wanted to curse but he needed to save his strength. He struggled to. generic nexium An hour we'd gotten well away from the substation and in fact had come to a modest dirt road. We turned on to it me getting chillier and wishing I had one of their nice wool uniform coats and followed it for some miles more. We came eventually to the sea-or rather some mighty big lake since I couldn't smell salt- and to a small settlement on a bluff overlooking the shoreline. There was something of a small town there with a fair number of uniformed soldiers and surprising to me a number of women as well all wearing long heavy wool dresses and fur caps. There was a lot of shouting and comments to us and to one another as we rode in all in a language that sounded like nothing I'd heard before-and a little of everything I'd heard before. Kind of like somebody had taken all the languages and dialects of northern and eastern Europe and shuffled them all together and come up with something new out of the old. I had been pleased with my performance on horseback and didn't really feel it at all. I wondered if maybe the dampness and cold was great enough so I didn't notice or maybe it was like riding a bicycle-something which once you got it you kept. But when we pulled up outside this one big wooden building with a fancy insignia painted on it and a lot of words in what looked like the Cyrillic alphabet or a reasonable facsimile thereof and I got down off that horse that I almost collapsed from the pain and stiffness. I wondered what kind of first impression I'd give if I duck-walked in. . Steeling myself and trying not to let the snickers from the small crowd watching get to me I straightened up and followed the pair into the big place. It was kind of cozy inside particularly after the ride and the chill. There were thick rugs on the floor and on the wall in the Slavic tradition and also providing a fair amount of insulation and a substantial wood stove in the center surrounded by a fire pit. Around the stove and room were many chairs reclining mats and the like and some small wooden tray tables. The place looked more rustic than primitive from this vantage point; kind of like you'd expect some national park lodge to look. There was nobody else there but there was a door to an inner area and I stood there and waited for my cue. "Vait here. I vill tell de Profezzor dat you are here. " He walked over to the inner door snapped more or less to attention and knocked smartly three times. There was a muffled answer from inside and. dw64555s3s32g4hzzx5c5e6et5