The slave’s face crumbled into disgust when the hatch of the ship sealed.
“Great gods,” he muttered in Fedeng.
“What?” said Arekan.
“I thought that awful smell came from you,” he said. “It’s all over your clothes. But I see now it’s from the ship.”
Arekan felt a blush creep up his neck. He must have gotten used the stench that first hit him when he walked onto the ship. It embarrassed him to think he carried the stink in his clothes.
“Stop your jabbering, both of you,” snapped Grokin. He sat on one of the crates while he lovingly stroked one of the snakelets.
Arekan snatched the canvas bag back.
“Hey,” protested Grokin.
“Should we not get ready for take-off?” Arekan said.
“That’s right,” crackled the captain over the intercom system. “Grokin, get off that ass of yours and see to it! Thad, bring the new crew member up to the bridge so I can inspect him.”
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