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**************************************************** Author: Alan Dean Foster Title: For Love Of Mother-Not Original copyright year: 1983 Genre: Science Fiction Version: 1.0 Date of e-text: 11/28/00 Source: Prepared by: Comments: Please correct the errors you find in this e-text, update the version number and redistribute *************************************************** Chapter One тАЬNow thereтАЩs a scrawny, worthless-looking little runt.тАЭ Mother Mastiff thought. She cuddled the bag of woodcarvings a little closer to her waist, mating certain it was protected from the rain by a flap of her slickertic. The steady drizzle that characterized DrallarтАЩs autumn weather fled from the water-resistant material. Offworlders were hard pressed to distinguish any difference in the cityтАЩs seasons. In the summer, the rain was warm; in autumn and winter, it was cooler. Springtime saw it give way to a steady, cloying fog. So rare was the appearance of the sun through the near-perpetual cloud cover that when it did peep through, the authorities were wont to call a public holiday. It was not really a slave market Mother Mastiff was trudging past. That was an archaic term, Drallar was the largest city on the world of Moth, its only true metropolis, and it was not a particularly wealthy one. By keeping taxes low, it had attracted a good number of offworld businesses and trading concerns to a well-situated b at mostly inhospitable planet. It compensated by largely doing away with such annoying commercial agravations as tarifis and regulations. While this resulted in considerable prosperity for some, it left the city government at a loss for general revenue. Among the numerous areas that were rarely self~apportIng was that involving care of the impoverished. In cases In which indigence was total and an individual was isolated by circumstance, it was deemed reasonable to allow a wealthier citizen to take over responsibility from the government. This thinned the welfare rolls and kept the bureaucracy content, while providing better care for the individual involved-or so the officials insisted-than he or she could receive from under funded and impersonal government agencies. The United Church, spiritual arm of the Common-wealfh frowned on such one-sided economic policies. But The Commonwealth did not like to interfere with domestic policies, and Drallarian officials hastened to assure the occasional visiting padre or counselor that legal safeguards prevented abuse, of тАЬadoptedтАЭ individuals. So it was that Mother Mastiff found herself leaning on tier cane, clutching the bag of artwork, and staring at the covered dispersement platform while she tried to catch her breath. One curious attendee moved too close, crowding her. He glowered when she jabbed him in the toot with her cane but moved aside, not daring to confront her. Standing motionless on the platform within the Circle of Compensation was a thin, solemn boy of eight or nine years. His red hair was kicked down from the rain and contrasted sharply with his dark skin. Wide, innocent eyes, so big they seemed to wrap around the sides of his face, stared out across the rain-dampened assembly. He kept his hands clasped behind his back. Only those eyes moved, their gaze flicking like an insect over the upturned faces of the crowd. The majority of |
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