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."Quale tapped on the table.Both women started, swung round to face him."I'vegot some handcoms in the skip," he said, "they're linked to the satellites Iinserted when we got here, should have no trouble bridging the distancebetween our Base and yours." He turned his head."Pels, bring in a couple ofthose handsets, will you?""Wait," Elmas Ofka said.Page 122 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Hang on a minute, Pels, huh?""When we talked before, you needed to know where to find locations insidecities.I didn't forget that, I brought you a small gift," she glanced pasthim, met Aslan's ironic gaze, "another small gift to help you with thatproblem.Har cousin, take the Hunter down to the boats and bring back ourpassenger."Aslan watched the chunky isya valve out after Pels.What's going on here, shethought, there wasn't anything about this in the report she made or in any ofthe hours of records I plowed through.She rubbed at her eyes, rememberingwith regret the watersac she'd left hanging on the yizzy pole.Her mouth wasdry and she was wrung out, sleepy, her head ached.She wasn't interested inthese games Adelaar and Elmas were playing with each other, she'd left homeyears ago to get the smell of greed off her skin.She gazed at the back ofQuale's head; his hair brushed his collar, black, soft, fine, curling alittle; she wanted to touch it, let it bend over her fingers.Damn, oh damn.The valve hummed.Pels came in; his black lips were curled into an odd grin,his ears were standing straight up and twitching a little.He was humming, shecould hear a rumbling brumbrum as he trotted to the table, dumped the comsetsonto the memplas and swung around to watch the exit.Harli Tanggar ducked through, stepped to her placebeside the valve as the man following her straightened and looked around.Parnalee, Aslan thought, good god, what's she think she's doing? How'd she gethold of him?"Parnalee Tanmairo Proggerd," Elmas Ofka said."In the course of his work, hehas visited most of the cities of the Littorals.When he joined us two daysago, I saw him as the answer to your need."Maybe, Aslan thought, but that's not the whole story.What are you up to,Dalliss? Smiling, urbane, wearing his public face, Parnalee walked to thetable, touched hands with Quale.He wants this, she thought, why? He lookedover his shoulder at her and she saw the beast in his black eyes, hungry beastpromising her silently what he'd promised in words.Undercut me and you'redead.She shivered and made up her mind she was going to be very very sure shewas never alone with him any time anywhere.Quale got to his feet."That's it, then.Call us when you're ready, Hanifa.You want to leave first, or shall we?"Elmas Ofka closed the lid on the case, snapped the latches home."We'll go.Don't get yourself killed."About ten days after the meeting on Gerbek.Karrel Goza in Ayla gul Inci:Waiting for the Lift-OffKarrel Goza forked slimy rotten leaves from the second stage vat into atiltcart.The stench that eddied around him crept through his stained overalland nestled against his skin, oozed through the overage filter on his mask.The stink was the least of his problems, the mist that stank would open ulcersin his skin and rot his lungs if he stayed in it long enough.The HuvvedKabrik who owned this shed had the patronage of the Fehdaz and the manager wasunder orders to squeeze the last thread of use from the gear.And more, if hecould get away with it.The manager before him had been fired for being tooeasy on the workers; she was local, some of her employees were cousins andaffiliates, others belonged to the Families of friends and associates.Herk'scrony didn't make that mistake twice.The new manager came from a GuneywhiykerDaz, he had no family in Inci, no pressures on him to look to the safety ofthe workers.Karrel Goza didn't bother complaining; it wouldn't do any goodand there were a hundred more desperate and thus more docile workers to takehis place.He had too many small accidents, had called in sick too often inhis need to cover absences when he was flying for Elmas Ofka, he was growingmore marginal a worker as the weeks passed, a complaint was all the managerneeded to boot him out.His Family was one of the poorer septs, smallbusiness folk living on the edge of failing, clerks and such; they neededtwice what their earners were pulling in to pay the fees and taxes and allPage 123 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthat Herk was squeezing from folk like them.A few years ago his pilot's paytithed had brought them comfort and a degree of security they'd seldom known.He'd sponsored and paid Guildbond (Pilot) for his cousin Geres Duvvar, he'dsponsored and paid Guildbond (Skilled Trades) for three score other cousins,sisters, brothers, affiliates.That was finished now.Drive, talent and a large dose of luck gave him a chance at a profession notusually open to boys from his class.Bondfees in the Pilot's Guild were fartoo great for a Family with the income his had; even stretching they couldn'tafford such an expense, nor could they afford to tie up so much coin so longin a single member.When he was a middler near the end of his schooling, heearned his first coin flying soarwings on the Garrip sands in the semiformalraces sponsored by a coalition of merchants and Sea Farmers.The purses werebig, the entry fees small; he and an uncle who was a carpenter built hiswingframe and an aunt who was a weaver made the fabric cover.He'd found histalent the moment he got his first kite up and when he was old enough to enterthe races he made it pay.Time after time he won.There was danger in thisracing; fliers crashed misread aircurrents, were crowded offlift, showed badjudgment in their turns or were victims of sabotage.Men and women came from adozen Dazzes to watch and wager on the fliers, there was a great deal of moneyfloating about and the temptation to goose the odds was strong and seldomresisted.Orska Falyan of Sirgun-Falyan was a devotee of those contests; hebegan betting on the agile boy who seemed to feel the air with every sweatyinch of naked skin, who slid again and again from traps meant to break him; hewas elated when the boy continued to win, sometimes by huge leads.The old manmore or less adopted Karrel Goza; he sponsored him to the Pilot's Guild, paidhis Guildbond, and when he gained his pilot's rating, hired him on at SirgunBol.Orska Falyan continued to take an interest in Karrel Goza, had himteach some Sirgun and Falyan youngers how to soar, left the boy a small legacywhen he died ten years later [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."Quale tapped on the table.Both women started, swung round to face him."I'vegot some handcoms in the skip," he said, "they're linked to the satellites Iinserted when we got here, should have no trouble bridging the distancebetween our Base and yours." He turned his head."Pels, bring in a couple ofthose handsets, will you?""Wait," Elmas Ofka said.Page 122 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Hang on a minute, Pels, huh?""When we talked before, you needed to know where to find locations insidecities.I didn't forget that, I brought you a small gift," she glanced pasthim, met Aslan's ironic gaze, "another small gift to help you with thatproblem.Har cousin, take the Hunter down to the boats and bring back ourpassenger."Aslan watched the chunky isya valve out after Pels.What's going on here, shethought, there wasn't anything about this in the report she made or in any ofthe hours of records I plowed through.She rubbed at her eyes, rememberingwith regret the watersac she'd left hanging on the yizzy pole.Her mouth wasdry and she was wrung out, sleepy, her head ached.She wasn't interested inthese games Adelaar and Elmas were playing with each other, she'd left homeyears ago to get the smell of greed off her skin.She gazed at the back ofQuale's head; his hair brushed his collar, black, soft, fine, curling alittle; she wanted to touch it, let it bend over her fingers.Damn, oh damn.The valve hummed.Pels came in; his black lips were curled into an odd grin,his ears were standing straight up and twitching a little.He was humming, shecould hear a rumbling brumbrum as he trotted to the table, dumped the comsetsonto the memplas and swung around to watch the exit.Harli Tanggar ducked through, stepped to her placebeside the valve as the man following her straightened and looked around.Parnalee, Aslan thought, good god, what's she think she's doing? How'd she gethold of him?"Parnalee Tanmairo Proggerd," Elmas Ofka said."In the course of his work, hehas visited most of the cities of the Littorals.When he joined us two daysago, I saw him as the answer to your need."Maybe, Aslan thought, but that's not the whole story.What are you up to,Dalliss? Smiling, urbane, wearing his public face, Parnalee walked to thetable, touched hands with Quale.He wants this, she thought, why? He lookedover his shoulder at her and she saw the beast in his black eyes, hungry beastpromising her silently what he'd promised in words.Undercut me and you'redead.She shivered and made up her mind she was going to be very very sure shewas never alone with him any time anywhere.Quale got to his feet."That's it, then.Call us when you're ready, Hanifa.You want to leave first, or shall we?"Elmas Ofka closed the lid on the case, snapped the latches home."We'll go.Don't get yourself killed."About ten days after the meeting on Gerbek.Karrel Goza in Ayla gul Inci:Waiting for the Lift-OffKarrel Goza forked slimy rotten leaves from the second stage vat into atiltcart.The stench that eddied around him crept through his stained overalland nestled against his skin, oozed through the overage filter on his mask.The stink was the least of his problems, the mist that stank would open ulcersin his skin and rot his lungs if he stayed in it long enough.The HuvvedKabrik who owned this shed had the patronage of the Fehdaz and the manager wasunder orders to squeeze the last thread of use from the gear.And more, if hecould get away with it.The manager before him had been fired for being tooeasy on the workers; she was local, some of her employees were cousins andaffiliates, others belonged to the Families of friends and associates.Herk'scrony didn't make that mistake twice.The new manager came from a GuneywhiykerDaz, he had no family in Inci, no pressures on him to look to the safety ofthe workers.Karrel Goza didn't bother complaining; it wouldn't do any goodand there were a hundred more desperate and thus more docile workers to takehis place.He had too many small accidents, had called in sick too often inhis need to cover absences when he was flying for Elmas Ofka, he was growingmore marginal a worker as the weeks passed, a complaint was all the managerneeded to boot him out.His Family was one of the poorer septs, smallbusiness folk living on the edge of failing, clerks and such; they neededtwice what their earners were pulling in to pay the fees and taxes and allPage 123 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthat Herk was squeezing from folk like them.A few years ago his pilot's paytithed had brought them comfort and a degree of security they'd seldom known.He'd sponsored and paid Guildbond (Pilot) for his cousin Geres Duvvar, he'dsponsored and paid Guildbond (Skilled Trades) for three score other cousins,sisters, brothers, affiliates.That was finished now.Drive, talent and a large dose of luck gave him a chance at a profession notusually open to boys from his class.Bondfees in the Pilot's Guild were fartoo great for a Family with the income his had; even stretching they couldn'tafford such an expense, nor could they afford to tie up so much coin so longin a single member.When he was a middler near the end of his schooling, heearned his first coin flying soarwings on the Garrip sands in the semiformalraces sponsored by a coalition of merchants and Sea Farmers.The purses werebig, the entry fees small; he and an uncle who was a carpenter built hiswingframe and an aunt who was a weaver made the fabric cover.He'd found histalent the moment he got his first kite up and when he was old enough to enterthe races he made it pay.Time after time he won.There was danger in thisracing; fliers crashed misread aircurrents, were crowded offlift, showed badjudgment in their turns or were victims of sabotage.Men and women came from adozen Dazzes to watch and wager on the fliers, there was a great deal of moneyfloating about and the temptation to goose the odds was strong and seldomresisted.Orska Falyan of Sirgun-Falyan was a devotee of those contests; hebegan betting on the agile boy who seemed to feel the air with every sweatyinch of naked skin, who slid again and again from traps meant to break him; hewas elated when the boy continued to win, sometimes by huge leads.The old manmore or less adopted Karrel Goza; he sponsored him to the Pilot's Guild, paidhis Guildbond, and when he gained his pilot's rating, hired him on at SirgunBol.Orska Falyan continued to take an interest in Karrel Goza, had himteach some Sirgun and Falyan youngers how to soar, left the boy a small legacywhen he died ten years later [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]