Transcription: GUST FRONT By John Ringgold. Prolog. Wildt here! You think your plans for the humans are working? The Dharhel Ginn waved a stick of incense through the air and placed the message to the Lords on the altar of communication. The background of melodiously chiming song-crystals and the mirrored silver colonnades aided his contemplation of the multitudinous alternate futures. At the moment he sorely needed the aid. Most of the futures looked bleak. His Ndowi body attendants lifted his robes as he rose and turned to the attendant tier. The younger Darhel's fox-like face was the well-trained mean of ...
