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The long antennae-five feet long? six? And covered with what looked like very short fur-swept forward, quivering in the air over Ahvren s head. it took all his self-control to keep from stepping back. Then the antennae lifted away, without touching him, much to his relief. They remained cocked forward, but relaxed, oscillating slowly. Strangers in a bizarre land-that s what Ahvren s people, the Vivitare, are. They are the conquerors, the rulers now, of the T Chin confederacy. But Ahvren is no longer sure what that means. After spending two years fighting a brutal war on another planet, here-where not a single shot was fired-victory doesn t seem quite so...victorious. Ahvren welcomes the peace, but he doesn t fully trust it. How could all these people surrender so easily? Are they all cowards? Not likely. And his mistrust is not unwarranted: Rumors abound of a plot to assassinate the Vivitare emperor. But Ahvren s disdain for war is even greater than his mistrust of peace. The last thing he wants is to rej