"Well, let'sss go find out what the lassst passsage sssayss and make a copy of the text. I can't take thisss sssmell much longerrr." Her golden eyes were starting to water.
"I guess that is one of the good things about having a fairly weak sense of smell!" Daphne smiled. "We can run the text through the linguistic database when we get back. Maybe it will help us out."
They headed back off the ship and back to the area near the brig, where Tr'Lawsh had set up her linguistics lab. She scanned in the book, and had the computer analyze the unknown language.
As they were waiting, she looked at the book. "I feel I should give thisss back to Trrraknorr," she said. "I mean, we'll rrrun the copy thrrrough the code checkerrr to sssee if therrre arrre any hidden messssagess, but if thisss isss a sssacrrred text, I know it would mean a lot to me to have sssomething like thisss back." She looked up at Daphne. "What do you think?"
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