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said Isaac, 'Round here it's beginning to look like Whole Erse on Slain Patrick's Eve.'
    'Great-great-grandfather was occasionally less than honest in his business dealings. There's a private yacht at the spacefield. It's there for use if any high ranking Sabalos feels the need for a—a—'
    'An impromptu vacation?' suggested Hrsh-Hgn.

5
    The universe was divided into two parts, separated by a five centimetre shell of monomolecular steel. On the inner side was the interior of the luxury yacht
One Jump Ahead,
superbly outfitted for one passenger but badly cramped for three, one of whom was metal and another was smelling of swamp water.
    On the other side was the rest of the universe, composed almost entirely of nothing with a trace of hydrogen. There were also the inhabited planets of Human-Creapii space.
    There was Terra Novae, metal-rich and dynamically technological. Third Eye, forested from tundra to mangrove swamps, where the wind sang eerily in the trees and the humans were more alien even than phnobes, and talked with their minds and eyes. On Eggplant the vegetarians were ferocious, and had to be. On the drosk's world of Quaducquakucckuaquekekecqac visiting humans picked uneasily at the horribly familiar food and were thankful that drosks were too well mannered to do more than look hungrily at guests. There was Laoth, where the only living things were human beings - yet birds flew and the brooks were full of fish...
    On every world hot enough to boil water one of the sub-races of Creapii clustered. In the deceptive emptiness of space swam the sundogs and the race called The Pod. And there was The First Sirian Bank...
    'Sixteen,' said Isaac.
    'This is a distrustful universe in which we live, certainly,' said Hrsh-Hgn.
    Ig, with the ease of one who had lived in zero-g all his life, floated around a bulkhead with another struggling body in his mouth. It looked vaguely like a grasshopper, and had in fact quite a sophisticated copy of an insect brain - but rather better than insect ears.
    Dom turned from the viewscreen. 'Old Korodore really had this ship bugged,' he said, 'Look for pinheads, too.'
    From orbit Widdershins was grey-blue and big, studded with strips of cloud. The dawn terminator was nudging Tau City. A grey cloud hung over it.
    The drive cabin was small and apparently full of elbows. Isaac sat hunched up in the pilot couch. He looked up.
    'I have your grandmother on the line, chief. Are you in?'
    'Does she sound angry?'
    'No, very cool.'
    'Chel, that's even worse.' He switched on the intercom.
    'I have got very little to say to you, Dom, except to remind you of your duty to the planet. Doesn't it mean anything to you? You may be killed.'
    Dom took a deep breath. 'I may be killed anyway. At least there's no false sense of security here.'
    'Fool! You are just seizing the chance to jaunt off on an idiot quest. And incidentally, there's a shape-war brewing down here. Half a squad of guards have been slaughtered in the
buruku.
The one at Tau City is on fire—'
    'Samhedi took his men in with stunners. You know guns are against all phnobic law.'
    There was a pause. Dom glanced at the screen. The pall over Tau City had grown. As he watched, a point well to the west of the City suddenly flashed into a streak of blinding light. The sunlight had reached the Joker Tower.
    'That was
    
    
... foolish,'
    
    
    said Joan slowly,
    
    
    'Nevertheless, officers of the Board are entitled to some respect. I'm declaring a State of Emergency. A ship will pick you up within the hour.'
    Dom cut the connection and spun round to Hrsh-Hgn.
    'Can you get through to the leader of all the
burukus
?
The Servant of the Pillar, isn't it?
    'You know not what you assk. However—'
    In three minutes Dom was looking at a screen holding the image of a small, lightly built phnobe, wearing a silver collar. A female? Phnobes were generally reticent about their sex.
    'On behalf of the Board,' he said, 'What may we do to repair this grievous