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is not the type human we grow on our world." Limila
smiled; her teeth were small, and by Barton's standards,
too many. She held out a hand for him to shake; it had
an extra finger. A glance downward showed a pair of six-
toed feet. The nails of both toes and fingers were thick
and pointed, clawlike.

"Hello, Barton. Yes?" she said.
"Hello, Limila. Yes." Her hair was odd. It was per-
fectly good shiny black hair, twisted up into a knot at the
crown of her head, but forward of her ears it did not
grow. The front hairline began above one ear and went
straight up and over to the other; Barton recalled an old
movie of Bette Davis playing Queen Elizabeth I. In com-
pensation, at the back it grew solidly down to the base of
the neck. Like she's slipped her wig. Barton thought be-
fore he got his thoughts back on track. "Where's she from,
Doc?"

"We can't yet talk such technical data,*' Siewen said.
"But Limila has been captured a longer time, was in an-
other group with English-speakers, has fantastic talent of
linguistics to learn as far as she has."

"Does sheЧ" He turned to Limila. "Do you know
what any of this is all about?" Her breasts were wrong.
Not in shape, but set very low and wide on the ribcage.

"We are have by the Demu, I think," she said. "No
one know what happen then. No one come back." She
looked away, her eyes half-closed, apparently losing inter-
est in the discussion.

"What's a Demu?" Barton asked. She didn't answer,
and in a moment walked away.
"Now what's wrong with herT*

"We were talking before," Siewen said. ^You were not
awake for a long time. Barton; finally I worried you were
not all right. But Limila told me of the Demu. Likely she
did not feel to repeat herself.

"The Tilari, Limila's people, have star travel," he con-
tinued. "They are not what you call easy to the mark.
They trade with other races and have respect from all.
But the Demu raid the Tilari or anyone else; they take
people and there is the end of it. They come from no-
where and go back the same way."

"Hell, somebody must know something about them,"