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“No, the fuing knight! I'm not leaving my country at the mercy of somefuing raghead!”“Seriously, what the hell are you babbling about?” Daleworth was starting tolose her nerves.“Palomides was a fuing raghead, wasn't he?”Daleworth sighed. e guy was either demented or brilliant, and she justcouldn't tell. “Christianised Saracen, as far as I can remember. But I assure youthat in his present condition, his ethnicity is in no way going to maer. Becausehe's dead.”“at's mu, mu fuing worse!”“Oh, shut up already, silly old man.” Daleworth gried her teeth.Daleworth gave a sign to Haman, who had mounted a grappling hook launerby the side door, and loaded a zipline coil in. Haman shot out the zipline, andgave thumbs up to Daleworth. e rescue could begin.“Okay!” Daleworth shouted to the open link. “Now hold still while we get youhell out of there.”Haman had been giving last-minute instructions to Private First Class Newkins,who had found a good nie in zipline operations and had had less use for hisheavy-weapons skills than he thought. Newkins went forth, buffeted surprisinglymu by the brisk wind but his grip never straying from the line. Once Newkinsgot tho his destination, there seemed to be very lile struggle on part ofPrince Bates, who could see that the platform's defence had goen a lile bittoo complicated to handle alone. e Planner tower groaned and clanked in thegrowing wind.And out of the sea climbed Sir Palomides. With his shield on the ba andsword sheathed, the huned warrior used some kind of grappling devices —Daleworth liked to think them as detaable hands — to climb the truss structureat a brisk pace, with water barely having time to drip off. Beside him, witha teremendous roar of the waters, a bit of Planner structure emerged from icywaters. Some kind of a rectangular thing — if it even could be called rectangular,though Daleworth didn't want to think the implications of non-Euclidian geometryrising from the ocean, even when this was obviously the wrong ocean — rosefrom the waves.Lasers — zap zap zap — lasers! Daleworth looked surprised as Palomides leaptto the emerging Planner cra's de. e strange, aerodynamically shaped cracould now be seen in full, rising from the waves way too close to comfort. eblueish cra — colour obviously osen for camouflage, but that hadn't fooled thescanners — resembled a cross between a flying saucer, manta ray and a submarine.e tower was being constructed on the thing's de, and now Daleworth couldsee its purpose: it was obviously going to be some sort of a communications tower,able to broadcast its commands to all around the Britain.