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At the sight of the Nevenkebla currency the waiter’s eyes lit up and he seized it with shaking fingers and carried it away reverently. I received a great handful of Arghans in exchange, surely I was being cheated, still I scuttled away happily. Scuttled into the first shop I found that had garments displayed around the entrance. Esperanto was spoken badly here, but good
enough to enable me to buy some baggy trousers and a cloak, along with a wicker basket to conceal the money bag. Feeling safe, at least for the moment, I shambled deeper into the city. Through the busy streets to a market where I purchased a widebrimmed leather hat with a colorful plume. Bit by bit I bought other clothes, until I was garbed anew, the basket with my prison clothes discarded, the
money now safe in an elegant shoulder bag. By this time it was getting dark and I was completely lost.

And worried about Bibs. I had done all that I could to assure her safety, to distance her from myself and my crime. Had it been enough? I felt a quick surge of guilt and the need to contact her. Easier said than done. First I must find the League building, my only point of reference, and work
back from there.

It was dusk by the time I located it—and I was getting very, very tired. Yet there was no choice, I must go on. Following the route the horse conveyance had taken with Bibs and her captors, finding the corner where we had emerged from it. From there it was easy enough to get to the restaurant where we had eaten, to drop into a chair with a sigh of relief. I could only hope now
that she remembered the place and would think of coming here. I took off my hat and a hot band of pain circled my throat.

“Traitor,” Bibs’s voice hissed in my ear as I gurgled and groped but could reach nothing. Was this the end …?

It almost was. I was sinking into unconsciousness before the pain eased and the length of wire fell into my lap. I rubbed my sore, bleeding neck as Bibs pulled out
a chair and sat down at the table. She weighed my shoulder bag, then looked inside. She had a black eye and some bruises around her mouth.

“I could have killed you,” she said. “I was that angry, that was what I was going to do. But when I saw you had brought the money I realized you had planned the whole thing this way and had come here to meet me. But since they had worked me over I felt I owed
you some of the same. I’ll order some wine.”

“Planned …” I croaked, then coughed. “Knocked you out—so they would think you weren’t in on the robbery.”

“It worked—or I wouldn’t be here. They bashed me about a bit, then they all ran out after you. I went right behind them in the confusion. Just wandered around and stayed out of sight until dark. Hating you. I had no money, nothing. Other than
this black eye. You’re lucky I didn’t throttle you all the way.”

“Thanks,” I said, then glugged down half a mug of wine when the waiter set it in front of me. “It was the only thing I could do. While you were talking to the old boy I looked at the defenses. There was no way in past them. But since we were
already inside I saw that there was a good chance of getting out. So I took the money.”

“Tremendous. You might have told me.”

“There was no way to. Knocking you out was the only thing I could think of that would not get you involved. I’m sorry—but it worked.”

Bibs actually smiled as she ran her fingers through the coins. “You are right, Jim my boy. It was worth a few bruises to get this much loot. Now let’s get moving. You’ve changed clothes and I must do the same thing.”

“Then
to the best
ostel
in town.”

“For a hot bath and a real meal. You’re on!”

The
ostel
was a sprawling building hidden behind high walls. Suites of rooms led off the central courtyard and we had the best, if the bowing and dry handwashing of the help meant anything. The wine was chilled and the finest I had ever tasted. I prowled around the carpeted rooms and nibbled the toasted tidbits that came
with the wine, while Bibs burbled and splashed in the adjoining pool. She eventually emerged wrapped in a towel, glowing with health and growling with hunger. There was no nonsense about dining rooms or restaurants in this establishment. Servants brought the food on brass trays and we gorged ourselves. When they had cleaned up the leavings I threw the bolt in the outer door and filled Bib’s crystal
mug with more wine.

“This is the life,” she said.

“It surely is.” I sprawled on the cushions across from her. “A good night’s sleep and I will be feeling human again.”

She lay back on the couch and looked at me through half-closed eyes. Well, really one half-closed and one all the way closed where she had been bopped. She shook her head and smiled.

“You are something else again, Jimmy. Just
a kid, really, yet you are sure a winner. You survived Spiovente, which is not easy. Took out those two cops—then you took on all the
hogh’s
thugs—and got away with it.”

“Just luck,” I said. Enjoying the praise but not that “kid” remark.

“I doubt it. And you saved my neck. Got me out of the hands of the law and stole enough clinkers to get me off this planet. I would like to say thanks.”

“You
don’t have to, not really. You are going to help me find Garth so that makes us even.” I stood and yawned. “I want to ask you about him—but it can wait until morning. I need some sleep.”

She smiled again. “But, Jim, I told you I would like to thank you. In my own way.”

Was it chance that as she lay back the towel slipped a little? No it was not chance. Nor was it by accident that she was devastatingly
naked underneath. Despite the black eye Bibs was a terribly, terribly attractive girl.

What does one do on an occasion like this?

What one does not do is talk about it to others. I’m sorry. This is a private matter between two consenting adults. Very consenting. You will excuse me if I draw the curtain over this day and insert a space in this text to denote the passing of a good many hours.

Never had the sun shone so warmly and brightly. The afternoon sun. I smiled back at it just as warmly, bereft of any guilt, filled full with happiness. Nibbling a bit of fruit and sipping some wine. Turning languidly from the window as Bibs reentered the room.

“You mean it?” she asked. “You won’t go offplanet with me? You don’t want to?”

“Of course I want to. But not until I have found Garth.”

“He’ll find you first and kill you.”

“Perhaps he might be the one who gets killed.”

She cocked her head most prettily to one side, then nodded. “From anyone but you I would think that bragging. But you might just do it.” She sighed. “But I won’t be here to see it. I rate survival ahead of vengeance. He put me into jail—you got me out. Case closed. Though I admit to a big bundle of curiosity.
If you do get out of this, will you let me know what happened? A message care of the Venian Crewmembers’ Union
will get to me eventually.” She passed over a slip of paper. “I’ve written down everything that I remembered, just like you asked.”

“General,” I read. “Either Zennor or Zennar.” “I never saw it spelled out. Just overheard one of the officers talking to him when they didn’t know I could
hear them.”

“What is Mortstertoro?”

“A big military base, perhaps their biggest. That’s where we landed to take on cargo. They wouldn’t let us out of the spacer, but what we could see was very impressive. A big limousine, all flags and stars, would come for Garth and take him away. There was a lot of saluting—and they always saluted him first. He is something big, high-up, and whatever he is
involved with has to do with that base. I’m sorry, I know it’s not much.”

“It’s a lot, all I need now.” I folded the paper and put it away. “What next.”

“We should have identification documents by tonight. They are expensive but real. Issued by one of the smaller duchies that needs the foreign exchange. So I can ship out on any spacer I want to. As long as the League agents don’t recognize me.
But I’ve managed to bribe my way onto a trade delegation that made their flight arrangements months ago. One of them has been well paid to get ill.”

“When do you leave?”

“Midnight,” she said in a very quiet voice.

“No! So soon …”

“I felt the same way—which is why I am leaving. I am not the kind of person that gets tied down in a relationship, Jimmy.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Good.
Then I am getting away before you find out.”

This sort of conversation was all very new and confusing. I am reluctantly forced to admit that up until the previous evening my contact with the opposite sex had been, shall we say, more distant. Now I was at an unaccustomed loss for words, indecisive and more than a little bewildered. When I blurted this out Bibs had nodded in apparent complete understanding.
I realized now that there was an awful lot I did not know about women, a mountain of knowledge I might never acquire.

“My plans aren’t that fixed …” I started to say, but she silenced me with a warm finger to my lips.

“Yes they are. And you’re not going to change them on my account. You seemed very certain this morning about what you felt you had to do.”

“And I am still certain,” I said firmly,
with more firmness and certainty than I felt. “The bribe to get me over to Nevenkebla was taken?”

“Doubled before accepted. If you are going to go missing then old Grbonja will never be permitted to go ashore there again. But he has been ready to retire for years. The bribe is just the financial cushion he needs.”

“What does he do?”

“Exports fruit and vegetables. You’ll go along as one of his
laborers. He won’t be punished if you get away from the market—but they will take away his landing pass. He won’t mind.”

“When do I get to see him?”

“We go to his warehouse tonight, after dark.”

“Then …”

“I leave you there. Are you hungry?”

“We just ate.”

“That is not what I mean,” she answered in a very husky voice.

The dark streets were lit only by occasional torches at the corners, the
air heavy with menace. We walked in silence; perhaps everything that might be said had already been said. I had bought a sharp dagger which hung at my waist, and another club that I slammed against a wall occasionally to be sure any watchers knew it was there. All too soon we reached our destination, for Bibs knocked on a small gate let into a high wall. There were some whispered words and the
gate creaked open. I could smell the sweetness of fruit all about us as we threaded through the dark mounds, to the lamplit corner where an elderly man slumped in a chair. He was all gray beard and gray hair to his waist, where the hair spread out over a monstrous paunch held up by spindly legs. One eye was covered by a cloth wound round his head, but the other looked at me closely as I came up.

“This is the one you are taking,” Bibs said.

“Does he speak Esperanto?”

“Like a native,” I said.

“Give me the money now.” He held out his hand.

“No. You’ll just leave him behind. Ploveci will give it to you after you land.”

“Let me see it then.” He turned his beady eye on me and I realized that I was Ploveci. I took out the leather bag, spread the coins out on my hands, then put them back
into the bag. Grbonja grunted what I assumed was a sign of assent. I felt a breeze on my neck and wheeled about.

The gate was just closing. Bibs was gone.

“You can sleep here,” he said pointing to a heap of tumbled sacks against the wall. “We load and leave at dawn.”

When he left he took the lamp with him. I looked into the darkness, toward the closed gate.

I had little choice in the matter.
I sat on the sacks with my back to the wall, the club across my legs and thought about what I was doing, what I had done, what we had done, what I was going to do, and about the conflicting emotions that washed back and forth through my body. This was apparently too much thinking because the next thing I knew I was blinking at the sunlight coming through the opening door, my face buried in the
sacks and my club beside me on the floor. I scrambled up, felt for the money—still there—and was just about ready for what the day would bring. Yawning and stretching the stiffness from my muscles. Reluctantly.

The large door was pulled wider and I saw now that it opened onto a wharf with the fog-covered ocean beyond. A sizable sailing vessel was tied up there and Grbonja was coming down the
gangway from the deck.

“Ploveci, help them load,” he ordered and passed on.

A scruffy gang of laborers followed him into the warehouse and seized up filled sacks from the pile closest to the door. I couldn’t understand a word they said, nor did I need to. The work was hot, boring, and exhausting, and consisted simply of humping a sack from the warehouse to the ship, then returning for another.
There was some pungent vegetable in the sacks
that soon had my eyes running and itching. I was the only one who seemed to mind. There was no nonsense about breaks either. We carried the sacks until the ship was full, and only then did we drop down in the shade and dip into a bucket of weak beer. It had foul wooden cups secured to it by thongs and after a single, fleeting moment of delicacy I seized
one up, filled and emptied it, filled and drank from it once again.

Grbonja reappeared, as soon as the work was done, and gurgled what were obviously orders. The longshoremen became sailors, pulled in the gangplank, let go the lines and ran up the sail. I stood to one side and fondled my club until Grbonja ordered me into the cabin and out of sight. He joined me there a few moments later.

“I’ll
take the money now,” he said.

“Not quite yet, grandpop. You get it when I am safely ashore, as agreed.”

“They must not see me take it!”

“Fear not. Just stand close to the top of the gangplank and I will stumble against you. When I’m gone you will find the bag tucked into your belt. Now tell me what I will find when I get ashore.”

“Trouble!” he wailed and raked his fingers through his beard.
“I should never have gotten involved. They will catch you, kill you, me too …”

“Relax, look at this.” I held the money bag in the beam of light from the grating above and let the coins trickle between my fingers. “A happy retirement, a place in the country, a barrel of beer and a plate of porkchops every day, think of all the joys this will bring.”