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Several days later Rhamon was seated on the deck of the Monarch whittling out a top from a piece of hard root. Beside him sat the American Sahib, from whom he had borrowed the knife he was using. It was a beautiful knife—shiny and sharp—and the chips flew fast.

"Tell me more of the big cities, please, Sahib," said Rhamon.

The Sahib smiled and told him again of the