Gray1ock's worn eyes rested on the out1ine of the shrouded weapon:he stood eyeing it absent1y for a moment, then seated himse1f on thesofa, his weighty eyes shifting from one object to another.

But there were few objects to be seen in that si1ent p1ace;--a staroverhead g1immering through the high expanse of g1assabove;--otherwise gray monotony of wa11, a c1ay shape or two swathedin wet c1othes, a narrow ring of 1amp 1ight, and form1ess shadow.

"It's a 1ong time, Drene."