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."Captain," someone asked, one of the mahendo'sat."What is this being?"She turned about with a grin which lacked all patience, and mahendo'sat who knew hani backed up, but there was humor in it too, satisfaction at the turmoil.The lift arrived, and a half dozen startled mahe decided to vacate it, whether or not they had planned on getting out on this level.They edged out the door in haste and Pyanfar seized Tully by the arm and put him inside.Chur delayed while she stepped in, and came last, lacing the crowd.The door delayed, time enough for anyone else who thought they wanted to ride up with them, but no one entered.The door closed, and the lift shot upward.Pyanfar let go of Tully's arm and put her hand on his back, ready to indicate to him to move out.He was sweating despite the chill in the air.On the other side of him Chur patted his arm.The lift stopped once.Those waiting decided against entering, eyes wide; and the lift went on up."Friend," Tully said nervously, out of his scant hani repertoire."Mahendo'sat and stsho," Pyanfar said."Friend.Yes."The car stopped a second time, a quieter corridor in the office complex.Tully walked with them, out and down the hall, startling other mahe workers.And stopped, abruptly.A kif came from the offices ahead, stopped and stared, anonymous in gray robes and doleful kifish face.Pyanfar seized Tully's arm, pulled the claws in when he winced, but the sting got him moving.They passed the kif and the kif turned; Pyanfar did not react to it, but Chur, crew and unburdened with captaincy, faced about with ears flat and a snarl on her face.Likely the kif kept staring.Pyanfar whisked Tully through the welcome office doors ahead and only then turned to cast a look back; but the kif was on its way, robes aswirl in its haste, and Chur, ears still flat, joined them inside the registry office.Tully smelled of sweat.Veins stood out in his arms.Pyanfar patted his shoulder and looked round the gaudy colored room at a frozen officeful of mahendo'sat, most standing."I'm Pyanfar Chanur.You requested an interview."There was a general flutter, the foremost of the officials dithering about letting them through the general registry area to the more secluded complex behind the doors, with a dozen looks at Tully in the process."Come along," Pyanfar urged him softly, keeping a hand on his elbow, and now she sweated, reckoning the shocks Tully had endured thus far, a kif in the hall, close spaces.one irrational moment and he could bolt; or strike at someone— "Friend," she said, and he stayed by her.The official let them through into a luxurious waiting area, thick carpet and pillowlike couches in bright colors, hastened about providing them refreshment as they settled on a facing group of couches."Sit, sit," Pyanfar said, providing Tully the example, legs tucked and ankles crossed, and Chur waited until Tully had settled nervously on the facing couch.Chur sank down in relief.The official set the welcoming tray on a portable table in their midst.His dark mahe eyes were alive with curiosity."Beg understanding, hani captain.this is—passenger?""Crew," Pyanfar said with a prim pursing of the lips.She accepted the glass the squatting mahe filled, two-handed mahe style in her holding of it; and saw to her satisfaction that the mahe had in fact provided three glasses.He filled the second and gave it to Chur, whose manners were impeccable, and with some diffidence, offered to Tully.Tully took his after the same fashion, keen mimic.Pyanfar smiled to herself and smothered the smile in a sip of mahendo'sat liquor.The official pattered out with effusive and anxious bows, leaving them alone; and whatever Tully thought of the liquor he had the self-possession not to flinch from it."Friend," Tully said again, looking worried.Chur, beside him, put a hand on his knee and he seemed to take reassurance from that.Panic, not quite, but his skin glistened with sweat, his muscles were taut.Steps sounded just outside the door at the side of the room and he would have looked around, but Chur patted his knee and he refrained.The door opened.A handful of mahendo'sat, important with elaborate bright kilts and collars, came in on them, one of them attended by a small brown and white fluff which scurried about the floor at its feet and bristled at the scent of hani.It hissed and had to be scooped up in the official's arms; and Pyanfar kept a wary eye on it all the same, rising in respect to the visitors.Chur and Tully followed her lead, and she bowed and suffered the mahendo'sat's frankly appraising stare at Tully.They chattered among themselves, no little disturbed, and some of that she caught, exclamations of curiosity: the fluff growled, and its owner—an elderly mahe whose dark fur was graying and whose flat face had all the other attributes of age—looked toward her with a lowering of the ears."Chanur captain?""The same.Have I the honor to know you?""Ahe Stasteburana-to, I."The stationmaster in person.She made another bow, and the stationmaster did the same, keeping the equilibrium of the pampered creature in his arms, soothing its growls unsuccessfully as he straightened again.And with apparent distraction Stasteburana strolled off, while another of the company made a stiffer bow and launched into them."You pay, Chanur captain, fines for reckless approach [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]