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after shattered composure and his carefully rehearsed speeches. ItТs not going to kiss me, is it?!



The hermaphrodite set him at armТs length, hands familiarly upon his shoulders, without doing so, however. He breathed

relief. Thorne cocked its head, its lips twisting in puzzlement. "WhatТs wrong, Miles?"



First names? "Sorry, Bel. IТm just a little tired. Can we get right to the briefing?"



"You look a lot tired. Right. Do you want me to assemble the whole crew?"



"No . . . you can re-brief them as needed." That was the plan, as little direct contact with as few Dendarii as possible.



"Come to my cabin, then, and you can put your feet up and drink tea while we talk."



The hermaphrodite followed him into the corridor. Not knowing which direction to turn, he wheeled and waited as if

politely for Thorne to lead on. He trailed the Dendarii officer through a couple of twists and turns and up a level. The shipТs

internal architecture was not as cramped as heТd expected. He noted directions carefully. Naismith knew this ship well.



The ArielТs captainТs cabin was a neat little chamber, soldierly, not revealing much on this side of the latched cupboard

doors about the personality of its owner. But Thorne unlatched one to display an antique ceramic tea set and a couple of dozen

small canisters of varietal teas of Earth and other planetary origins, all protected from breakage by custom-made foam

packing. "What kind?" Thorne called, its hand hovering over the canisters.



"The usual," he replied, easing into a station chair clamped to the floor beside a small table.



"Might have guessed. I swear IТll train you to be more venturesome one of these days." Thorne shot a peculiar grin over