Chapter 27

Bart felt himself slip sidewise; he thought for a moment that he would faint where he sat. Terrified, he looked up at Meta. Their eyes met, and she said, hardly moving her pale lips, "Your eyes--they're like mine. Your eyelashes--dark, not white. _You're not a Lhari!_" The pain in his wrist suddenly blurred everything else, but Meta suddenly realized she was gripping it; she gave a little, gentle cry, and cradled the abused wrist in her palm. "No wonder you didn't want it X-rayed," she whispered. Biting her lip, sh…