Ender waited out the night in fear. Wrapping her cloak about her, she felt the blood surging through her veins, and it was tainted with black dread. Her eyes shifted slowly from side to side unblinking, and she saw that her companions were no less apprehensive. Looking over at the newcomer Olo, she watched him light his long pipe with shaking hands, and at the moment she wished she could take a puff herself. But she dared not ask.
Her longing was interrupted by a familiar shadow which crossed before her.
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That best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
.................William Wordsworth
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